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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Buck
Young Buck
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D Brown
D Brown
Composer
J. Jones
J. Jones
Composer
Timothy Clayton
Timothy Clayton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Polow Da Don
Polow Da Don
Producer
Heineken Gordon
Heineken Gordon
Recording Engineer
Dru Castro
Dru Castro
Recording Engineer
Alec Newell
Alec Newell
Mixing Engineer
Pat Viala
Pat Viala
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Get 'em Buck! Ok! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it I got 'em like hey! Got 'em rollin' The kush on the way and the champagne frozen Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open I'm ridin' presidential like the shit that I'm smokin' Water with the work, Petrom on my shirt And a zip ain't shit, I need a quarter P of Purp Gon' break it down, pass it all around I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown Them dope boys in this bitch like, "Let me buy that" Broke niggas in this bitch like, "Let me try that" I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go They can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Let's play the game, I'm the quarterback (don't stop, homey) I go to jail if I get sacked (so block for me) Eight-ball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin' Got the whole club leanin' with it, and body rockin' Drunk drivin' in my Cut dawg, I got my truck parked Seventy-Two Tennessee Titan like what up y'all?! I'm homeboy, holla at ya homeboy Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy First come first serve, fuck what ya heard I'm piecin' out my pack 'til I come up on a bird Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin' on these hoes They know me at the bank, love me at the jewelry stores I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go (I bet he got a vest) no, but I got my tech though Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Yeah, you know what it is How we do the damn thang down here, nigga What you workin' with? Yeah, hey my nigga now don't be in the club Throwin' your rent money, be broke in the mornin' Have us laughin' at ya broke ass, yeah Where my dope boys at? Yeah! Shawty I see you! Now pick up that god-damn money! Hey! Let's go!
Writer(s): David Darnell Brown, Timothy Clayton, Jamal F. Jones, Elvis L. Jr. Williams, Zachary Anson Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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