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Pour It Up (Remix)

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rihanna
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2016-12-31

  Pour It Up (Remix)-Rihanna&Young Jeezy&Rick Ross&Juicy J&T.I.

  Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit 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 cocaine (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 dope mane

  Straight gassed, nigga, that BP

  On that E40, that OG

  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 fucked 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 bitches

  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 bitch gon' fuck 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 head the best?

  Pussy so good that I think I'm in love

  What am I saying? It must be the drugs

  Pour it up, pop that ass 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 a foreign vehicle

  Throwing forty Gs, ain't no issue, bitch, bitch!

  I'm thorough as it get, official, bitch, bitch!

  Better watch your pussy popping

  I might wanna come and get you, bitch

  Now everywhere you may see me

  Surrounded by bad bitches 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

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