调：D minor•
Verse 1
Bb
yeah)
Verse 2
I know we lost a lot that we
didn't ever get back
But it's a must we do this here,
homeboy
Blowin' out the pound in
Where you at wit' it? Let's
go and get it (yeah)
Verse 3
Shit, slap a bitch with
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 suede seats
Twenty on a bike, third world peace
Two on the yacht,
million on the fleet (on the fleet)
Fo' five for a pound
of that leaf (that leaf)
A hundred dollars for a
chopper on the streets
We uptown, we gon' ride 'til we die,
nigga (we die, nigga)
We stay fresh, get money, stay fly,
nigga (we die, nigga)
Ain't nothin' change,
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 Cash Money (talk Cash Money)
From lil' money, nigga,
now we talk big money (big money)
From no nothin' now we all
sayin' somethin'
Mo' money, nigga,
Verse 4
mo' money, nigga
Blowin' out the pound in
Where you at wit' it? Let's go and get it
If you a real d- boy, money over bitches
Blowin' out the pound in
Where you at wit' it? Let's go and get
it (What it do H- Town?)
Verse 5
the Phantom and the jeep
With two pounds, two broads and a suite
Two toned,
everything a nigga see (yeah)
motherfuckin' streets
Made man, ol' head taught me
Like father, like son,
we a G (what's up shorty?)
Sixty- four, seventy- eight tiger seats
Ol' school drop tops on the beach
Birdman, we do this 'cause
we stunnas
Ain't nothin' changed in them
brand new Hummers (yeah)
Hood rich, we do it for the numbers
The four fives and the tens
and the hundreds
Two fifty, nigga talkin' cash shit
Got a hundred from my bitch,
she a bad bitch
Money won't change, nigga,
never average
That's why I'm livin' this bitch so lavish
Verse 6
Blowin' out the pound in
Where you at wit' it? Let's go and get it
If you a real d- boy, money over bitches
new truck (yeah, nigga)
Where you at wit' it? (We been
blowin' out the pound)
Let's go and get
it (Hustlin', ya heard me)
If you a real d- boy (and this is how we get
Money over bitches (after all
Verse 7
Shit, I'm in the club,
hoes showin' love (yeah)
Nigga know we got it,
that's why they wanna plug (wanna plug)
Pussy poppin' shit,
like they wanna thug
I got stacks,
that's just how it is (how it is)
in a Coupe DeVille
And got birds in the field (yeah)
Grindin' all the time,
tryna get a mill' (yeah)
Neighborhood superstar, Third Ward gangsta
I put mines in, did a lil' more thinkin'
Shine in the summer, minks in the winter
Ice year round, twenty on the pinky
Damn, my town went down sinkin'
Made my rounds,
bounced back bankin'
Never fold, that's what make me
Make the money, don't let it break you
Verse 8
Blowin' out the pound in
Where you at wit' it? Let's go and get it
If you a real d- boy, money over bitches
truck (that's what it do, nigga)
Where you at wit' it? Let's go and get it
(we better hustlers than you, nigga)
Verse 9
Believe that
One hundred
Niggas can't see us, man
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