Out The Pound lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Out The Pound lyrics [Hook: Birdman] We got the diamond in the back (Yea) Tinted rolled up (Yea) Blowin out the pound In a brand new truck Where ya at wit it? Let s go and get it If you a real d-boy Money over bitches [Intro over the hook] Yea, this one here for uptown I know we lost a lot that we gon never get back All the time, but it s a must that we do this here homeboy Yea, uptown already nigga! [Verse 1: Birdman] Slap a bitch wit a pound and a ki Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street Hundred at my crib, ten fo a beat Fifty on a Caddy wit the swine suade seats Twenty on a bike, third world peace Two on the yaucht, million on the fleet Fo five fo a pound of that leaf A hundred dollaz for a chopper on the streets We uptown, we gon ride til we die nigga We stay fresh, get money stay fly nigga Ain t nuttin changed I ride them skinny tires Wit the candy on the slab, on the buttons wit them twenty-fives From no money nigga, now we talk Ca$h Money From lil money nigga, now we talk big money From no nothin now we all sayin somethin Mo money nigga, mo money nigga [Hook - 2X] [Verse 2: Birdman] What it do H-Town? Wha s up B-Town? Wha s up A-T-L? Chea Hit the town in a Phantom and a G Wit two pounds, two broads and a suite Two toned everything a nigga see Burnin rubber in these motherfuckin streets Made man, ol head taught me Like father, like son we a G Sixty-four seventy-eight tiger seats Ol school drop tops on the beach Birdman, we do this cuz we stunnas Ain t nuttin changed in them brand new Hummas Hood rich, we do it fo the numbas Tha fo fives and the tens and the hundreds Two fifteen nigga talkin cash shit Got a hundred from my bitch she a badd bitch Money won t change nigga neva average That s why I m livin this bitch so lavish [Hook - 2X] [Verse 3: Birdman] Yea nigga We been blowin out the pound all day hustlin Ya heard me? And this is how we get down at the end of the night After all that grindin Shit I m in the club, hoez showin love Nigga know we got it, that s why they wanna plug Pussy poppin shit, like they wanna thug Knowin they ain t bout it and them clips gon bust I got stacks, that s jus how it is Boy Mack supa fly in a Coupe Deville And got birds in the field Grindin all the time Tryna get a mill Neighborhood superstar, third world gangsta I put mines in, did a lil more thinkin Shine in the summer Minx in the winter Ice year round Twenty on the pinky Damn my town Went down sinkin Made my rounds Bounced back bankin Neva fold That s what make me Make the money Don t let it break ya [Hook - 2X] Yea That s what it do nigga We better hustlaz than you nigga Money longer than yours lil nigga Believe that One hundred Wha s up Weezy baby? Them niggaz can t see us man We barely can see us, ya heard? [fades out] song lyrics