Birdman & Lil' Wayne 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____es

[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 - 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 n____ see
Burnin' rubber in these m_________in' 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 - 2X]

[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 - 2X]

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____z can't see us man
We barely can see us, ya heard? [fades out]

[Submitted by Constant]