| Song | Out the Pound |
| Artist | Birdman |
| Album | Like Father, Like Son |
| 作曲 : TMIX, Williams | |
| 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] |
| zuò qǔ : TMIX, Williams | |
| 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 dboy | |
| 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 twentyfives | |
| 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 | |
| HTown? Wha' s up | |
| BTown? Wha' s up | |
| ATL? 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 Sixtyfour seventyeight 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 |