Pour It Up - 2 Chainz

2 Chainz

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Pour It Up - 2 Chainz 歌词

Say really, let's send this sh*t to the street one time, you know

Throw the hundreds like loose chain

(Still got my money!)

Got your broad and your move saying

(That really on me)

Seats whiter than coc*ine

(That forty on me!)

Got me and G, she brought broads, man

(She like my homie)

On king top, my gold chain

My partner women, hit the d**e men

Straight guess ni**a, that VP

On that E40, that old G

The b**ch ni**a be acting up

The hoe ni**a be acting fun

That grind with ya, that shine with ya

Be born.. I'll fetch your trial

My Rolls Royce with my diver in

Getting f**ked up cause I ain't got to try.

' 'em bottles came

' and we're about to die

Got one room, got three b**ches

And their damn underwear'

Two black photos of' old time

Those shoot back and niggas shooting me

You know it!

Hook:

Oh, oh, oh

All I see is signs,

All I see is dollar signs!

Oh, oh, oh

Money on my mind,

Money, money on my mind!

Throw it, throw it up

Watch it fall up of from the sky

Throw it up, throw it up,

Watch it fall out!

Throw it up, throw it up,

That's how we ball out!

Throw it up, throw it up,

Watch it all fall out!

Throw it up, throw it up

That's how we ball out!

Oh, it's the biggest ni**a in the game!

(That's how we ball out!)

Sexy b**ches world wide, what's up?

(That's how we ball out!)

F**k with me, yeah!

(That's how we ball out!)

My foreign cars, domestic beefs

Peter Lueger's, the better seats

Dollar after dollar, bottle after bottle

Late for you haters, even though my plane chartered!

Suede Balley shoes, true rude boy,

Ferrari 400 horses and we do it for cool points!

Baby, do the math! I'm copping Chanel bags

Talking Belle Harbour cigars by Hermes

Know we ran the streets, eating cold bully beef

Now we at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet, ah!

Boss on that Avi, Rihanna screensaver

Whenever you see fat boy, know it mean paper!

Juice Jay pouring up cold drink

Benz all white, no chlorine

Bad chick with me got a** and titties

Freaky b**ch gonna f**k the whole team

Zip-lock bag full of OG,

I go in like a door key!

Your girlfriend down in both knees

She catch more balls than a'

Purple all in my sprite,

I'm hot as Denzel on flight.

Screw money to make no money

You niggas shaking like dice.

I'm in the bed with your wife

We're popping pills, we're going hard

When she was with you, she was a church girl

When she's with me, she a porn star!

Smoking on doobies like cigarettes

Which one of this strippers give head the best?

P**sy so good that I think I'm in love

What am I saying? There must be the drugs!

Pour it up, pop that a**, I make it rain, homie!

I'll make it flood, Shawty, you might need a raincoat!

Strip clubs and dollar bills

(I got my money!)

Patron shots, can I get a refill?

(Still got my money!)

Strippers going up and down that pole

(I still got my money!)

Four a clock and we ain't going home

(Still got my money!)

Money make the world go round

(Still got my money!)

Bands make your girl go down

(Still got my money!)

I got more where that came from

(Still got my money!)

The look in your eyes, I know you want some

(Still got my money!)

Pour it up, pour it up

That's how we ball out!

That's how we ball out!

That's how we ball out!

That's how we ball out!

They get it, baby! Turn on!

I catch a case and I go to jail

(Still got more money!)

I came home and went back on hell

(Still got more money!)

I'm multiplying everything I spend

(I still got more money!)

These trap niggas I represent

(I still got more money)

This hustle game that we popping, popping

Got big bank rolls in our pockets

Hopping out a foreign vehicle

Throwing 40 Gs, ain't no issue, b**ch!

I'm thorough as it get, official, b**ch!

Better watch your p**sy popping

I might wanna come and get you, b**ch

Now everywhere you may see me

Surrounded by bad b**ches like Ri-Ri

Got them booty shots, look like Nicki

Face and toes pretty, I'm picky.

See these trap niggas, they on to me

And these rap niggass up under me

Ain't none for me to get a hundred keys

And then stimulate the economy, like:

True power all up!

Watch it all fall down!

Shoot that niggas fall up

Watch a ni**a crawl up!

I go all out, in a verve on hard talk

Keep talking about your bottom all out

Ni**a at your bottom mean call out!

' I'm everything your man not

I gotta get in there, on repeat

Smoking Ki-ki with Ri-Ri

Throw it in your like 3D,

Shall let me get a sneak peak?

And you got that thing shaved,

Damn, baby you're a neat freak!

She ask me where my sign

I said an a** with two lines!

That don't make sense, all I got is dimes! (true)

All I do is me, no jerk off

You ain't had to work out to get to work out, no!

I'm so fresh blow like a dent to the soap off

Go change my shirt off

I sip on ni**a till I dodge off

Hook:

Oh, oh, oh

All I see is signs,

All I see is dollar signs!

Oh, oh, oh

Money on my mind,

Money, money on my mind!

Throw it, throw it up

Watch it fall up of from the sky

Throw it up, throw it up,

Watch it fall out!

Throw it up, throw it up,

That's how we ball out!

Throw it up, throw it up,

Watch it all fall out!

Throw it up, throw it up

That's how we ball out!