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