Birdman, Lil Wayne - Out The Pound Lyrics

Diamonds in the back, tinted rolled up (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck

I know we lost a lot that we didn't ever get back
But it's a must we do this here, homeboy
We got the diamonds in the back, tinted rolled up (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
Where you at wit' it? Let's go and get it (yeah)
If you a real d-boy, money over bitches (Uptown, already, nigga)

Shit, slap a bitch with 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 suede seats
Twenty on a bike, third world peace
Two on the yacht, million on the fleet (on the fleet)
Fo' five for a pound of that leaf (that leaf)
A hundred dollars for a chopper on the streets
We uptown, we gon' ride 'til we die, nigga (we die, nigga)
We stay fresh, get money, stay fly, nigga (we die, nigga)
Ain't nothin' change, 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 Cash Money (talk Cash Money)
From lil' money, nigga, now we talk big money (big money)
From no nothin' now we all sayin' somethin'
Mo' money, nigga, mo' money, nigga

Diamonds in the back, tinted rolled up (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
Where you at wit' it? Let's go and get it
If you a real d-boy, money over bitches
We got the diamonds in the back, tinted rolled up (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
Where you at wit' it? Let's go and get it (What it do H-Town?)
If you a real d-boy, money over bitches (what's up B-town, what's up ATL?)

Shit, hit the town in the Phantom and the jeep
With two pounds, two broads and a suite
Two toned, everything a nigga see (yeah)
Burnin' rubber in these motherfuckin' streets
Made man, ol' head taught me
Like father, like son, we a G (what's up shorty?)
Sixty-four, seventy-eight tiger seats
Ol' school drop tops on the beach
Birdman, we do this 'cause we stunnas
Ain't nothin' changed in them brand new Hummers (yeah)
Hood rich, we do it for the numbers
The four fives and the tens and the hundreds
Two fifty, nigga talkin' cash shit
Got a hundred from my bitch, she a bad bitch
Money won't change, nigga, never average
That's why I'm livin' this bitch so lavish

We got the diamonds in the back, tinted rolled up (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
Where you at wit' it? Let's go and get it
If you a real d-boy, money over bitches
We got the diamonds in the back, tinted rolled up (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck (yeah, nigga)
Where you at wit' it? (We been blowin' out the pound)
Let's go and get it (Hustlin', ya heard me)
If you a real d-boy (and this is how we get down at the end of the night)
Money over bitches (after all that grindin')

Shit, I'm in the club, hoes showin' love (yeah)
Nigga know we got it, that's why they wanna plug (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 just how it is (how it is)
Born mack, supa fly in a Coupe DeVille
And got birds in the field (yeah)
Grindin' all the time, tryna get a mill' (yeah)
Neighborhood superstar, Third Ward gangsta
I put mines in, did a lil' more thinkin'
Shine in the summer, minks in the winter
Ice year round, twenty on the pinky
Damn, my town went down sinkin'
Made my rounds, bounced back bankin'
Never fold, that's what make me
Make the money, don't let it break you

We got the diamonds in the back, tinted rolled up (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
Where you at wit' it? Let's go and get it
If you a real d-boy, money over bitches
We got the diamonds in the back, tinted rolled up (yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck (that's what it do, nigga)
Where you at wit' it? Let's go and get it (we better hustlers than you, nigga)
If you a real d-boy, money over bitches (money longer than yours, lil' nigga)

Believe that
One hundred
What's up Weezy Baby?
Niggas can't see us, man
We barely can see us, y'heard me? Yeah