Escucha Pour It Up (Remix) [feat. Young Jeezy, Rick Ross, Juicy J & T.I.] de Rihanna

Pour It Up (Remix) [feat. Young Jeezy, Rick Ross, Juicy J & T.I.]

Rihanna

Hip-Hop/Rap

687.565

Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rihanna
Rihanna
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Songwriter:in
Timothy Thomas
Timothy Thomas
Songwriter:in
Justin Garner
Justin Garner
Songwriter:in
Michael Len Williams II
Michael Len Williams II
Songwriter:in
Robyn Rihanna Fenty
Robyn Rihanna Fenty
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Produzent:in
J-Bo
J-Bo
Co-Produzent:in
Alejandro Barajas
Alejandro Barajas
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Marcos Tovar
Marcos Tovar
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Kuk Harrell
Kuk Harrell
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Elliot Carter
Elliot Carter
Ingenieur:in
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Say, Ri-Ri, let's take this shit to the street one time, you know?
[Verse 2]
Throwing hundreds like loose change (Still got my money)
Got your broad and that Mulsanne (That Bentley homie)
Seats whiter than cocaine (That 40 on me)
Got me and Chi-Chi, she bring broads, mane (She like my homie)
[Verse 3]
I'm King Tut with my gold chain
My partner with me, he the dope, mane
Straight gas, ****, that BP
On that E-40, that OG
These bitch **** be acting up
These hoe **** be acting foul
They'll grind with you, they'll shine with you
Be pointing fingers off at your trial
My Rolls Royce at my drive-in
Getting fucked up 'cause I ain't gotta drive
That Kendrick on and them bottles came
Poured a, "Swimming Pool," now we 'bout to dive
Got one room, got three bitches
And they damn right the way it supposed to be
Two Glock .40s at all times
Gon' shoot back if **** shoot at me
You know it
[Verse 4]
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh-oh
All I see is signs, all I see dollar signs
Oh oh oh oh, 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, throw it up, watch it 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
(It's the biggest **** in the game)
That's how we ball out
(Sexy bitches worldwide, what's up?)
That's how we ball out
(Fuck with me, huh?)
That's how we ball out
[Verse 5]
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 chartered
Suede Bally shoes, true rude boy
Ferrari, four hunnid horses, we do it for cool points
Baby, do the math, I'm copping Chanel bags
Talking Bell Harbour cigars by Hermes
Know we ran the streets, eating cold bully beef
Now we at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet
Boss on the avi, Rihanna screensaver
Whenever you see Fat Boy, know it mean paper
[Verse 6]
Juicy J pouring up Codeine
Benz all white, no chlorine
Bad chick with me, got ass and titties
Pretty bitch going fuck the whole team
Zip-Lock bag full of OG
I go in like a doe 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 of money, don't make no money
You **** shaking like dice
I'm in the bed with your wife
We popping pills, we going hard
When she with you, she a church girl
When she with me, she a porn star
Smoking on doobies like cigarettes
Which one these strippers give head the best?
Pussy so good that I think I'm love
What am I saying? It must be the drugs
Pour it up, pop that ass, I make it rain, hoe
I make it flood
Shorty, you might need a raincoat
[Verse 7]
Strip clubs and dollar bills (Still got my money)
Patrón shots, I'm gonna get a refill (Still got my money)
Strippers going up and down that pole (Still got my money)
Four o'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)
A lot more where that came from (Still got my money)
The look in our eyes, I know you want some (Still got my money)
[Verse 8]
Pour it up, pour it up, that's how we ball out
That's how we ball out
That's how we ball out
(Let's get it, baby)
That's how we ball out
[Verse 9]
I catch a case and I go to jail
I came home and went back, oh, well
I'm multiplying everything I spend
And these trap ****, I represent
[Verse 10]
It's hustle gang and we popping
Got big bankrolls in our pocket
Hopping out to foreign vehicles
Throw forty G's, ain't no issue, bitch
Bitch, I'm thorough as it get, official, bitch
Bitch, better watch your pussy pumping, I wanna come get your bitch
Now, everywhere you may see me surrounded by bad bitch
And like Ri-Ri, got them booty shot, look like Nicki
Face and toes pretty, I'm picky
See, these trap ****, they onto me
And these rap **** up under me
Ain't none for me to get a hunnid keys
And then stimulate the economy, like
[Verse 11]
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh-oh
All I see is signs, all I see dollar signs
Oh oh oh oh, 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
[Verse 12]
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
Written by: Justin Garner, Michael Williams, Mike WiLL Made-It, Robyn Rihanna Fenty, Theron Thomas, Timothy Thomas
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