Mike Will Made It - Pour It Up (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Young Jeezy] Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this sh** to the street one-time, you know? (its the remix) Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (AY) Got your broad in that Mulsanne, that Bentley homie (haha) Seats whiter than c**aine, that .40 on me (yeah) Got me and Chi-Chi, bring broads, mane - she like my homie (let's go!) [Young Jeezy] I'm King Tut with my gold chain (gold chain), my partner with me, he the dope mane (yeeeah) Straight gas n***a, that BP on that E-40, that OG (AY) These b**h n***as be actin' up, these hoes n***as be actin' foul (CHEA) They'll grind with you, they'll shine with you, be pointin' fingers off at your trial (daaamn) My Rolls Royce with my driver in it, gettin' f**ed up ‘cause I ain't got to drive (yeeah) That Kendrick on them bottles came, poured a +Swimming Pool+, now we 'bout to dive (that's right) Got one room, got three b**hes n***a damn right that's where they're supposed to be (yeeeah) Two Glock .40s at all time gon' shoot back a n***a shooting me, you know it Haha, yeah... [Hook: Rihanna] Oh-ohhhhhh-ohhh-oh-oh-oh All I see is signs, all I see is dolla' signs Oh-ohhh-ohhh-ohhh-oh-oh-oh 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 [Rick Ross - over Hook] It's the biggest n***a in the game Sexy b**hes world wide, wha**ap? f** with me huh? Yeah {M-M-M-M-Maybach Music} [Rick Ross] My foreign cars, domestic beefs (HUH) Peter Luger's, the better seats Dollar after dollar (dollar) bottle after bottle (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 (HAHA) Baby, do the math, I'm coppin' Chanel bags Talkin' Belle Harbour, cigars by Hermes (WOOOO...) Know we ran the streets, eatin' cold bully beef (HUH) Now we at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet (AH-HAH) Boss on the avi, Rihanna screensaver Whenever you see fat boy, I know it mean paper {M-M-Maybach Music} [Juicy J] We trippy mane.. uh Juicy J pourin' up codeine, Benz all white, no chlorine Bad chick with me got a** and titties, freaky b**h gon' f** the whole team (yeah ho!) Ziplock bag full of OG, I go in like a door key Your girlfriend down on both knees, she catch more balls than a goalie Purple all in my sprite, I'm high as Denzel on Flight Scared money don't make no money, you n***as 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 p**nstar Smokin' on doobies like cigarettes, which one these strippers give head the best? p**y so good that I think I'm in love; what am I saying? It must be the d** (d**, d**) Pour it up, pop that a**, I make it rain ho (yeah ho!) I'll make it flood, shorty, you might need a raincoat [Rihanna] Strip clubs and dolla' bills - still got mo' money Patron shots can I get a refill - still got mo' money Strippers going up and down that pole - still got mo' money 4'o clock and we ain't going home cause I still got mo' money Money make the world go round - still got mo' money Bands make you girl go down - still got mo' money Lot more where that came from - still got mo' money The look in your eyes, I know you want some - still got mo' money [Interlude: Rihanna] 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 [T.I.] + (Rihanna) Aight Rih, let get it baby TURN UP~!... I catch a case and I go to jail (still got mo' money) I came home and went back, oh well (still got mo' money) I'm multiplying everything I spend (still got mo' money) These trap n***as I represent (still got mo' money) It's Hustle Gang and we poppin', got big bank rolls in our pockets Hoppin' out a foreign vehicle (what), throwin' forty Gs, ain't no issue, b**h, b**h! I'm thorough as it get, official, b**h, b**h! Better watch your p**y poppin' - I might wanna come and get you, b**h Now everywhere you may see me surrounded by bad b**hes like Rih-Rih Got them booty shots, look like Nicki, face and toes pretty, I'm picky See these trap n***as, they honor me and these rap n***as up under me Ain't nothin' for me to get a hundred keys and then stimulate the economy, like.. YUP, HEY, YUP, YUP, HEY, YUP Okay, okay [Hook]