[Intro]
Yeah, this one here for Uptown
I know we lost a lot that we gon' never get back
But it's a must that we do this here, homeboy
[Chorus]
We got the diamond in the back, tinted rolled up
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
[Verse 1]
Shit, slap a bitch with a pound and a ki'
Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street
Hundred at my crib, ten for a beat
Fifty on a Caddy wht' the swine suede seats
Twenty on a bike, Third Ward peace
Two on the yacht, million on the fleet
Four-five for a pound of that leaf
A hundred dollas 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 nothin' chang, I ride them skinny tires
With the candy on the slab, on the buttons with them twenty-fives
From no money nigga, now we talk Cash Money
From lil' money nigga, now we talk big money
From no nothin', now we all sayin' somethin'
More money, nigga, more money, nigga
[Chorus]
We got the diamond in the back, tinted rolled up
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
We got the diamond in the back, tinted rolled up
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
[Verse 2]
Shit, hit the town in a Phantom and a Jeep
With two pounds, two broads, and a suite
Two-toned everything a nigga see
Burnin' rubber in these motherfuckin' streets
Made man, old head taught me
Like father, like son, we a G
Sixty-four seventy-eight, tiger seats
Old school drop-tops on the beach
Birdman, we do this 'cause we stunnas
Ain't nothin' changed in them brand new Hummas
Hood rich, we do it for the numbers
The four-fives, and the tens, and the hundreds
Two-fifty, a 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
[Chorus]
We got the diamond in the back, tinted rolled up
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
We got the diamond in the back, tinted rolled up
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
[Verse 3]
Shit, I'm in the club, hoes showin' love
Nigga know we got it, that's why they wanna plug
Pussy poppin' shit, like they want a thug
Knowin' they ain't 'bout it, and them clips gon' bust
I got stacks, that's just 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 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'
Neva fold, that's what make me
Make the money, don't let it break me
[Chorus]
We got the diamond in the back, tinted rolled up
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
We got the diamond in the back, tinted rolled up
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
[Outro]
Believe that, one hundred
What's up Weezy Baby?
Them niggas can't see us, man
We barely can see us, ya hear me? Yeah
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