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[Chorus: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy)]


Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup


Tell them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho


(Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga


(Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga


I ain`t playin `bout my money (AY!) I hit ya ass up (ha-hahhhhh)


Leave ya right there so they can pick ya ass up, yeah


Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga)


Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga, YEAH!)





[Interlude: Young Buck]


Jack boys, jack boys, what`chu gon` do?


Run up and the nigga put the thang on you


Jack boys, jack boys, what`chu gon` do?


Run up and the nigga put the thang on you





[Young Jeezy]


Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


It`s Young (Young) Jizzle (Jizzle) and the homie Buck (yeah!)


We still ridin dirty, think we givin a fuck? (nah)


Headed 75 South (South) for seventy-five blocks (whoo!)


Hundred miles an hour pass seventy-five cops (vrooom!)


And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn)


And I`m back down Atlanta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!)


So on first sip (sip) I made about a grand


You ask me what I need I tell `em bring the whole van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh)


All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans (AYY!)


I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!)


See cuz over there (whattup!) he`ll kill ya ass for nuttin


C.T.E. (talk to `em nigga!) and muh`fucker we buckin nigga





[Chorus]





[Interlude]





[Young Buck]


Let me go and show you niggaz what my whip game like


I whip it to the left, and whip it to the right


I mix it with the Sprite, and flip it with the whites


See I make my own price cause I take my own flights


I still got my ski mask, STILL need cash


STILL got them eighteens as if you want a half


That`s 11-5 apiece dawg if ya do the math


But I do it for the ten for my niggaz in the cab


Got a bitch in Decatur, she shake it for the paper


So when I make it rain, I just get it back later


See cuz over there, he`ll kill ya ass for nuttin (I got ya homie!)


6-1-5, Ca$hville, we buckin





[Chorus]





[Interlude - 2X]





[Chorus]

[Chorus: Young Buck + (Young Jeezy)]


Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup


Tell them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho


(Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga


(Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga


I ain`t playin `bout my money (AY!) I hit ya ass up (ha-hahhhhh)


Leave ya right there so they can pick ya ass up, yeah


Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga)


Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga, YEAH!)





[Interlude: Young Buck]


Jack boys, jack boys, what`chu gon` do?


Run up and the nigga put the thang on you


Jack boys, jack boys, what`chu gon` do?


Run up and the nigga put the thang on you





[Young Jeezy]


Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


It`s Young (Young) Jizzle (Jizzle) and the homie Buck (yeah!)


We still ridin dirty, think we givin a fuck? (nah)


Headed 75 South (South) for seventy-five blocks (whoo!)


Hundred miles an hour pass seventy-five cops (vrooom!)


And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn)


And I`m back down Atlanta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!)


So on first sip (sip) I made about a grand


You ask me what I need I tell `em bring the whole van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh)


All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans (AYY!)


I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!)


See cuz over there (whattup!) he`ll kill ya ass for nuttin


C.T.E. (talk to `em nigga!) and muh`fucker we buckin nigga





[Chorus]





[Interlude]





[Young Buck]


Let me go and show you niggaz what my whip game like


I whip it to the left, and whip it to the right


I mix it with the Sprite, and flip it with the whites


See I make my own price cause I take my own flights


I still got my ski mask, STILL need cash


STILL got them eighteens as if you want a half


That`s 11-5 apiece dawg if ya do the math


But I do it for the ten for my niggaz in the cab


Got a bitch in Decatur, she shake it for the paper


So when I make it rain, I just get it back later


See cuz over there, he`ll kill ya ass for nuttin (I got ya homie!)


6-1-5, Ca$hville, we buckin





[Chorus]





[Interlude - 2X]





[Chorus]

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