Rihanna

Rihanna - Pour It Up Remix lyrics

rate me

(Feat. Rick Ross, T.I., Juicy J & Young Jeezy)

[Intro:]

Say RR, let's take this shit to the street one time, you know

Throw hundreds like lose chains

Still got my money!

Got your broad in that mood saying (that Bentley, homie!)

Seats whiter than cocaine

That 40 on me!

Got me on G, she bring broads, man

She like my homie!

On king top, my gold chains

My partner women, hit the domain

Straight gassed niggas, that BP

On that E40, that OG!

These bitch niggas, be acting up

These hoe niggas, be acting foul

They'll grind with you and the'll shine with you

Be pointing fingers off at your trial!

My Rolls Royce with my driver in

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 they're damn right that's where they're supposed to be

Two glock 40s at all times

Gonna shoot back if niggas shoot at 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!

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!

Oh, it's the biggest nigga in the game!

(That's how we ball out!)

Sexy bitches world wide, what's up?

(That's how we ball out!)

Fuck with me!

(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

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!

Juicy J pouring up...

Benz all white, no chlorine

Bad chick with me got ass and titties

Freaky bitch gonna fuck 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 goalie

Purple all in my sprite,

I'm high 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... like cigarettes

Which one of this strippers give head the best?

Pussy so good that I think I'm in love

What am I saying? there must be the drugs!

Pour it up, pop that ass, 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!

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)

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, bitch!

I'm thorough as it get, official, 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 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:

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!

Thanks to Messi for correcting these lyrics

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