Lyrics:
ain't run outta luck
We really was getting them bucks
And I'm still gettin' them bucks
The money, we fuckin' it up
You talking them pounds, we got trucks
up like a dump truck
We're looking for a high girl we don't give a fuck
[Verse]
Shorty I might be your first but I will not be your worst
And if
me|Fuck your trucks, fuck your niggas, fuck your bitches and shit|Im thru wit you, yet I'm still gonna handle my shit|Financially there when I needed you
a shot)
I'm from a place if you creep when you ridin up
its a youngin with a pound on that side of your drivers truck
shit is real nigga (nigga)
you
Diamonds in the back, tinted rolled up (yeah, yeah)
Blowin' out the pound in a brand new truck
I know we lost a lot that we didn't ever get back
One pound two pound three pounds four
All it takes is seven pounds of pressure for it to blow
One pound two pound three pounds four
All it takes is
Big buck in my truck
I said big buck in my truck
Every morning I wake up
Pour a big dollar in my cup
I've got so many pounds and pennies
Open
you can dig man
We ain't seen nothin'
Your girl wanna be with us
I heard she said she want a mud digger
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay
see no other choice but to roll with the homicide
For all this drama, make sure you and your mama die
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg
, so I see no other choice but to roll with the homicide
For all this drama, make sure you and your mama die
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is
'cause I'm fly with it
Chorus
When we come up we gettin' down down down
Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be
While your getting got
Niggas drinking ten dolla hennessy shots
Getting drunk and wildign out in the spot
What the fuck now
Truck shit now
Truck
Breakin' bitches, can't be mobbin' I got ties
Hundred pounds of OG, we let it fly
Please don't bring me 'round your friend 'cause I'ma hit that
Thought it
Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump)
Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around)
Pound for pound wears the crown
Bentley truck, Bentley truck ouu
Bentley truck, Bentley truck ouu
Bentley truck, Bentley truck ouu
Bentley truck ouu
Bentley truck ouu
Bentley truck
dead beat rappers
Never change they baby pamper
I used to serve your favourite rapper
Now I smoke it for example
I bought pounds just to smoke it
much food cuz your jeans'll pop
I really hate it when you bend over
she had a big 'ol butt, butt, butt
thighs like a truck, truck, truck
baby hide your
now
I go down on my knees
And praying to my God
Baba give me all the Pounds as am chasing on My dreams this people Them the vex
Let me grabbing golden
at?)
Where the pounds and the fuckin' yams at? (Pop-pop-pop)
Shh, there he go
Shh, run to the truck, nigga kick the door (Boom-boom)
Shh, lay him
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
'cause i'm fly with it
Chorus
When we come up we gettin' down down down
Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be
truck ain't need no glocks
Just some thots and your dads old pocket watch aye aye aye
Ice cream truck ice cream truck ice cream truck like ice cream
truck that's on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh
to bitches, still tryna convince 'em
I break down a pound in an instant, burnin' the J for forty-five minutes
Smoke out like a incent, fuck your rendition,
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