Pour It Up Remix Lyrics

(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!
Be bitch niggas, be acting up
Be hoe nigga, be acting fine
The'll grind with you and the'll shine with you
Be pouring figures, I'll fetch 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.. 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!
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!

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 charter!
..Balley 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, ah!
Boss on the... Rihanna screensaver
Whenever you see fat boy, I 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 gold league
Purple all in my sprite,
I'm high as Denzel on flight.
Screw money to make no moneyRihanna - Pour It Up Remix - http://motolyrics.com/rihanna/pour-it-up-remix-lyrics.html
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!