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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*}