Lyrics

[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