[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]