Out the Pound Lyrics By Birdman
Diamond in the back (Yeah)
Tinted rolled up (Yeah)
Blowin' out the pound (Uptown uptown)
I know we lost a lot
That we done never get back
But it's the month we do this here home boy
We got the diamond in the back (Yeah)
Tinted rolled up (Yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
Where ya at? Way to hit it
Let's go and get it, hit it
If you a real B-boy
Money over bitches
Slap a bitch wit' a pound and a key
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street
Hundred at my crib
Ten for a beat
Fifty on a caddy wit' the swine suede seats
Twenty on a bike
Third world peace
Two on a yacht
Million on the fleet
Four five for a pound of that leaf}
A hundred dollars for a chopper on the streets
We uptown we gonna ride till we die ****
We stay fresh, get money, stay fly ****
Ain't nothing changed, I ride them skinny ties
With the candy on the slab, on the buttons with them twenty-fives
From no money ****, now we talk cash money
From lil money ****, no we talk big money
From know nutten', no we all say'n somethin'
Mo' money ****, mo' money ****
We got the diamond in the back (Yeah)
Tinted rolled up (Yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
Where ya at? Way to hit it
Let's go and get it, hit it
If you a real B-boy
Money over bitches
We got the diamond in the back (Yeah)
Tinted rolled up (Yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
Where ya at? Way to hit it
Let's go and get it, hit it
If you a real B-boy
Money over bitches
Hit the town in a Phantom and a Jeep
With two pounds, two broads, and a suite
Two toned everything a **** see
Burnin' rubber in these motha fuckin' streets
Made man, ol' head taught me
Like father like son, we a G
Sixty-four, seventy-eight, tiger seats
Ol' fool, drop tops on the beach
Bird man, we do this cause we stunna's
Ain't nothing changed, in those brand new humma's
Hood rich, we do it for the numba's
The four fives and a ten's an a hundred's
Two fifty and a **** talk'n cash shit
Got a hundred from my bitch, she a bad bitch
Money won't change, **** never average
That's why I'm livin' this bitch so lavish
We got the diamond in the back (Yeah)
Tinted rolled up (Yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
Where ya at? Way to hit it
Let's go and get it, hit it
If you a real B-boy
Money over bitches
We got the diamond in the back (Yeah)
Tinted rolled up (Yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
Where ya at? Way to hit it
Let's go and get it, hit it
If you a real B-boy
Money over bitches
I'm in the club
Hoe's showing love
**** know we got it
That's why they wanna plug
Pussy poppin' shit, like they wanna thug
Knowin' they ain't about it, and them clips goin' bust
I got stacks, that's just how it is
Boy Mack, Supafly in a coupe Deville
And got birds in the field
Grindin' all the time
Tryin' to get a meal
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
Bounce back bankin'
Never fold
That's what make me
Make the money
Don't let it break ya
We got the diamond in the back (Yeah)
Tinted rolled up (Yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
Where ya at? Way to hit it
Let's go and get it, hit it
If you a real B-boy
Money over bitches
We got the diamond in the back (Yeah)
Tinted rolled up (Yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
Where ya at? Way to hit it
Let's go and get it, hit it
If you a real B-boy
Money over bitches
Believe that
One hundred
What's up weezie baby
****'s can't see us man
We barely can see us, you heard me? (Yeah)
Cash money nutten' ****
