PourItUp(Remix|Explicit)

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