Pour It Up [Remix]

Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (It's the remix) Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (ayy) Got your broad in that Mulsanne, that Bentley, homie (ha, ha) Seats whiter than cocaine, that .40 on me (yeah) Got me and Chi-Chi, bring broads, mane, she like my homie (let's go) I'm King Tut with my gold chain (gold chain) My partner with me, he the dope mane (yeah) Straight gas, nigga, that BP on that E-40, that OG (ayy) These bitch niggas be actin' up, these hoes niggas be actin' foul (chea) They'll grind with you, they'll shine with you Be pointing fingers off at your trial (damn) My Rolls-Royce with my driver in it Gettin' fucked up 'cause I ain't got to drive (yeah) That Kendrick on them bottles came, poured a swimming pool Now we 'bout to dive (that's right) Got one room, got three bitches Nigga, damn right, the way it's supposed to be (yeah) Two Glock .40s at all time Gon' shoot back a nigga shoot at me, just know it (ha, ha, yeah) Oh All I see is signs All I see is dollar signs 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 (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 huh? Yeah) (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music) That's how we ball out My foreign cars, domestic beefs (huh) Peter Luger's, the better seats Dollar after dollar (dollar), bottle after bottle (boss) Late for you haters even though my plane charter Suede Bally shoes, true rude boy Ferrari, 400 horses, we do it for cool points (ha-ha) Baby, do the math, I'm coppin' Chanel bags Talkin' Belle Harbour, cigars by Hermes (woo) Know we ran the streets, eating cold bully beef (huh) Now we at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet (ah-ha) Boss on the avi, Rihanna screensaver Whenever you see fat boy, I know it mean paper (we trippy, mane, uh) 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 (yeah, ho) Ziploc bag full of OG, I go in like a door key Your girlfriend down on both knees, she catch more balls than a goalie (yeah, ho) Purple all in my Sprite, I'm high as Denzel on Flight (yeah, ho) Scared money don't make no money, you niggas shaky like dice (yeah, ho) I'm in the bed with your wife, we popping' pills, we going hard (yeah, ho) When she with you she a church girl, when she with me she a porn star (yeah, ho) Smokin' on doobies like cigarettes, which one these strippers give head the best? Pussy so good that I think I'm in love, what am I sayin'? It must be the drugs (drugs, drugs) Pour it up, pop that ass, I make it rain, ho (yeah, ho) I'll make it flood, shorty, you might need a raincoat Strip club and dollar bills I still got more money Patrón shots, can I get a refill? I still got more money Strippers goin' up and down that pole And I still got more money Four o'clock and we ain't going home 'Cause I still got more money Money make the world go 'round I still got more money Bands make your girl go down And I still got more money Lot more where that came from I still got more money The look in your eyes, I know you want some I still got more money Pour it up, pour it up (ayy) That's how we ball out That's how we ball out That's how we ball out (aight, Rih, let's get it, baby) That's how we ball out (turn up) I catch a case and I go to jail (still got more money) I came home and went back, oh well (still got more money) I'm multiplying everything I spend (still got more money) Ayy, and these trap niggas I represent (still got more money) Ayy, it's Hustle Gang and we poppin', got big bank rolls in our pockets Hoppin' out a foreign vehicle (what), throwing 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 honor me and these rap niggas up under me Ain't nothin' for me to get a hundred ki's and then stimulate the economy, like Oh (yup) All I see is signs (ayy) All I see is dollar signs (yup) Oh (yup) Money on my mind (hey) Money, money on my mind (yup) Throw it, throw it up (okay) Watch it fall out from the sky (okay) 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 (ayy) Watch it all fall out Pour it up, pour it up (ayy) That's how we ball out That's how we ball out That's how we ball out That's how we ball out