Pour It Up (RemixExplicit) - Rihanna&Jeezy&Rick Ross&T.I.

Rihanna

Jeezy

Rick Ross

T.I.

专辑:《Pour It Up (Remix) [Explicit]》

更新时间:2025-03-21 04:45:53

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Pour It Up (RemixExplicit) - Rihanna&Jeezy&Rick Ross&T.I. 歌词

Pour It Up (Remix|Explicit) - Rihanna (蕾哈娜)/Young Jeezy (杨·吉兹)/Rick Ross/T.I.

Say Rih-Rih let's take this sh*t to the street one-time

You know

Throwing hundreds like loose change (still got my money)

Got your broad in that Mulsanne (that Bentley homie)

Seats whiter than coc*ine (that 40 on me)

Got me and Chi-Chi bring broads mane

She like my homie

I'm King Tut with my gold chain

My partner with me he the d**e mane

Straight gassed ni**a that BP

On that E40 that OG

These b**ch niggas be acting up

These hoe niggas be acting foul

They'll grind with you they'll shine with you

Be pointing fingers off at your trial

My Rolls Royce with my driver in it

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

Got Kendrick on them bottles

Came and poured a swimming pool

And we about to dive

Got one room got three b**ches

And you're damn right that's

Where they're supposed to be

Two glock 40s at all times

I'll shoot back if niggas shoot at me you know it

Ohhh

All I see is signs

All I see is dollar signs

Ohhh

Money on my mind

Money money on my mind

Throw it throw it up

Watch it fall out from the sky

Throw it up throw it up

Watch it all fall out

Pour it up pour it up

That's how we ball out

Throw it up throw it up

Watch it all fall out

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

My foreign cars – domestic beefs

Peter Luger's – the better seats

Dollar after dollar – bottle after bottle

Late for you haters

Even though my plane charter

Suede Bally shoes true rude boy

Ferrari 400 horses

We do it for cool points

Baby do the math

I'm copping Chanel bags

Talking Bell Harbour cigars for her mans

Know we run the streets

Eating cold bully beef

Now we at the Grammys

Tom Ford to my feet

Boss on the avey Rihanna screensaver

Whenever you see the fat boy

You know it mean paper

Juicy J pouring up codeine

Benz all white no chlorine

Bad chick with me got as and titties

Freaky b**ch gon' f**k the whole team

Ziplock bag full of OG

I go in like a door key

Your girlfriend on both knees

She catch more balls than a goalie

Purple all in my sprite

I'm high as Denzel on Flight

Scared of money don't make no money

You niggas shaky like dice

I'm in the bed with your wife

We popping pills we going hard

When she with you she a church girl

When she with me she a pornstar

Smoking on doobies like cigarettes

Which one of these strippers give the head best

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

What am I saying It must be the ***

Pour it up pop that a** out make it rain

I'll make it flood shorty you might need a raincoat

Strip clubs and dollar bills

Still got more money

Patron shots can I get a refill

I still got more money

Strippers goin' up and down that pole

And I still got my money

Four o'clock and we ain't going home

Still got more money

Money make the world go around

I still got my money

Bands make your girl go down

Still got more money

Lot more where that came from

Still got more money

The look in your eyes

I you know you want some

Still got more 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

I catch a case and I go to jail

(still got more money)

I came home and went back over there

(still got more money)

I'm multiplying everything I spend

(still got more money)

These trap niggas I represent

(still got more money)

It's Hustle Gang and we popping

Got big bank rolls in our pockets

Hopping out foreign a vehicle

Throwing forty Gs ain't issue no b**ch b**ch

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

Better watch your p**sy popping

I might wanna get come and you b**ch

Now everywhere you may see me

Surrounded by bad b**ches like Rih-Rih

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 niggas up under me

Ain't nothin' for me to get a hundred keys

And then stimulate the economy like

Ohhh

All I see is signs

All I see is dollar signs

Ohhh

Money on my mind

Money money on my mind

Throw it throw it up

Watch it fall out from the sky

Throw it up throw it up

Watch it all fall out

Pour it up pour it up

That's how we ball out

Throw it up throw it up

Watch it all fall out

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