歌曲 | Pour It Up (Remix) |
歌手 | Rihanna |
歌手 | Young Jeezy |
歌手 | Rick Ross |
歌手 | Juicy J |
歌手 | T.I. |
专辑 | Welcome To 2013 (Mixed By DJ Battle) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Say, Rih-Rih, let’s take this shit to the street one-time, you know? | |
Throwin’ 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 | |
[Verse: Young Jeezy] | |
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 | |
These bitch niggas be actin’ up | |
These hoe niggas be actin’ foul | |
They’ll grind with you, they’ll shine with you | |
Be pointin’ fingers off at your trial | |
My Rolls Royce with my driver in it | |
Gettin’ 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 | |
[Hook: Rihanna] | |
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 | |
[Verse: Rick Ross] | |
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 coppin’ Chanel bags | |
Talkin’ Bell Harbour cigars for her mans | |
Know we run the streets, eatin’ 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 | |
[Verse: Juicy J] | |
Juicy J pourin’ up codeine – Benz all white, no chlorine | |
Bad chick with me got ass 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 poppin’ pills, we goin’ hard | |
When she with you she a church girl | |
When she with me she a pornstar | |
Smokin’ 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, hoe | |
I’ll make it flood, shorty, you might need a raincoat | |
[Verse: Rihanna] | |
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 | |
[Verse: T.I.] | |
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 poppin’ | |
Got big bank rolls in our pockets | |
Hoppin’ out a foregin vehicle | |
Throwin’ forty Gs, ain’t no issue, bitch, bitch! | |
I’m thorough as it get, official, bitch, bitch! | |
Better watch your pussy poppin’ | |
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… | |
[Hook] |
Say, RihRih, let' s take this shit to the street onetime, you know? | |
Throwin' 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 ChiChi, bring broads, mane | |
She like my homie | |
Verse: Young Jeezy | |
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 | |
These bitch niggas be actin' up | |
These hoe niggas be actin' foul | |
They' ll grind with you, they' ll shine with you | |
Be pointin' fingers off at your trial | |
My Rolls Royce with my driver in it | |
Gettin' 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 | |
Hook: Rihanna | |
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 | |
Verse: Rick Ross | |
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 coppin' Chanel bags | |
Talkin' Bell Harbour cigars for her mans | |
Know we run the streets, eatin' 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 | |
Verse: Juicy J | |
Juicy J pourin' up codeine Benz all white, no chlorine | |
Bad chick with me got ass 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 poppin' pills, we goin' hard | |
When she with you she a church girl | |
When she with me she a pornstar | |
Smokin' 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, hoe | |
I' ll make it flood, shorty, you might need a raincoat | |
Verse: Rihanna | |
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 | |
Verse: T. I. | |
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 poppin' | |
Got big bank rolls in our pockets | |
Hoppin' out a foregin vehicle | |
Throwin' forty Gs, ain' t no issue, bitch, bitch! | |
I' m thorough as it get, official, bitch, bitch! | |
Better watch your pussy poppin' | |
I might wanna come and get you, bitch | |
Now everywhere you may see me | |
Surrounded by bad bitches like RihRih | |
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 | |
Hook |
Say, RihRih, let' s take this shit to the street onetime, you know? | |
Throwin' 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 ChiChi, bring broads, mane | |
She like my homie | |
Verse: Young Jeezy | |
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 | |
These bitch niggas be actin' up | |
These hoe niggas be actin' foul | |
They' ll grind with you, they' ll shine with you | |
Be pointin' fingers off at your trial | |
My Rolls Royce with my driver in it | |
Gettin' 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 | |
Hook: Rihanna | |
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 | |
Verse: Rick Ross | |
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 coppin' Chanel bags | |
Talkin' Bell Harbour cigars for her mans | |
Know we run the streets, eatin' 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 | |
Verse: Juicy J | |
Juicy J pourin' up codeine Benz all white, no chlorine | |
Bad chick with me got ass 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 poppin' pills, we goin' hard | |
When she with you she a church girl | |
When she with me she a pornstar | |
Smokin' 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, hoe | |
I' ll make it flood, shorty, you might need a raincoat | |
Verse: Rihanna | |
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 | |
Verse: T. I. | |
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 poppin' | |
Got big bank rolls in our pockets | |
Hoppin' out a foregin vehicle | |
Throwin' forty Gs, ain' t no issue, bitch, bitch! | |
I' m thorough as it get, official, bitch, bitch! | |
Better watch your pussy poppin' | |
I might wanna come and get you, bitch | |
Now everywhere you may see me | |
Surrounded by bad bitches like RihRih | |
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 | |
Hook |