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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 b******

[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 n****!

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Slap a b**** 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 n****
We stay fresh, get money stay fly n****
Ain't nuttin' changed I ride them skinny tires
Wit' the candy on the slab, on the b***ons wit' them twenty-fives
From no money n****, now we talk Ca$h Money
From lil' money n****, now we talk big money
From no nothin' now we all sayin' somethin'
Mo' money n****, mo' money n****

[Hook x2]

[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 n**** see
Burnin' rubber in these m***********' 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 n**** talkin' cash s***
Got a hundred from my b**** she a badd b****
Money won't change n**** neva average
That's why I'm livin' this b**** so lavish
[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yea n****
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'
s***
I'm in the club, hoez showin' love
n**** know we got it, that's why they wanna plug
p**** poppin' s***, 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
d*** 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 x2]

Yea
That's what it do n****
We better hustlaz than you n****
Money longer than yours lil' n****
Believe that
One hundred
Wha's up Weezy baby?
Them n***** can't see us man
We barely can see us, ya heard? [fades out]
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