[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]