Lil' Wayne — Out The Pound (Текст песни)

[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? 


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’ 


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]


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]