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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraPour It Up Remix (feat. Young Jeezy, Rick Ross, Juicy J, T.I.)
[Intro: Young Jeezy]Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-timeYou know?Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my moneyGot your broad in that Mulsanne, that Bentley homieSeats whiter than cocaine, that .40 on meGot me and Chi-Chi, bring broads, maneShe like my homie[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]I'm King Tut with my gold chainMy partner with me, he the dope maneStraight gas nigga, that BPOn that that OGThese bitch niggas be actin' upThese hoes niggas be actin' foulThey'll grind with you, they'll shine with youBe pointin' fingers off at your trialMy Rolls Royce with my driver in itGettin' fucked up 'cause I ain't got to driveThat Kendrick on them bottlesCame, poured a swimming pool, now we 'bout to diveGot one room, got three bitchesNigga damn right that's where they're supposed to beTwo Glock .40s at all timeGone shoot back a nigga shooting me, you know it[Hook: Rihanna]Oh ohh ohhhOhhh oh oh ohAll I see is signsAll I see is dolla' signsOh ohh ohhhOhhh oh oh ohMoney on my mindMoney money on my mindThrow it throw it upWatch it fall out from the skyThrow it up throw it upWatch it all fall outPour it up pour it upThat's how we ball outThrow it up throw it upWatch it all fall outPour it up pour it upThat's how we ball outThat's how we ball outThat's how we ball outThat's how we ball out[Interlude: Rick Ross]It's the biggest nigga in the gameSexy bitches world wide, wassap?Fuck with me huh?[Verse 2: Rick Ross]My foreign cars, domestic beefsPeter Luger's, the better seatsDollar after dollar, bottle after bottleLate for you haters even though my plane charterSuede Bally shoes, true rude boyFerrari 400 horses, we do it for cool points (HAHA)Baby, do the math, I'm coppin' Chanel bagsTalkin' Bal Harbour, cigars by HermesKnow we ran the streets, eatin' cold bully beefNow we at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feetBoss on the avi, Rihanna screensaverWhenever you see fact boyI know it mean paper[Verse 3: Juicy J]Juicy J pourin' up codeine, Benz all white, no chlorineBad chick with me got ass and tittiesFreaky bitch gon' fuck the whole teamZiplock bag full of OG, I go in like a door keyYour girlfriend down on both kneesShe catch more balls than a goaliePurple all in my sprite, I'm high as Denzel on FlightScared money don't make no moneyYou niggas shaky like diceI'm in the bed with your wifeWe poppin' pills, we goin' hardWhen she with you she a church girlWhen she with me she a pornstarSmokin' on doobies like cigarettesWhich one these strippers give head the best?Pussy so good that I think I'm in loveWhat am I saying? It must be the drugs (drugs, drugs)Pour it up, pop that ass, I make it rain hoI'll make it flood, shorty, you might need a raincoat[Verse 4: Rihanna]Strip clubs and dolla' billsStill got mo' moneyPatron shots can I get a refillStill got mo' moneyStrippers going up and down that poleStill got mo' money4'o clock and we ain't going homeStill got mo' moneyMoney make the world go roundStill got mo' moneyBands make you girl go downStill got mo' moneyLot more where that came fromStill got mo' moneyThe look in your eyesI know you want someStill got mo' money[Bridge: Rihanna]Pour it up, pour it upThat's how we ball out, that's how we ball outThat's how we ball out, that's how we ball outStill got mo' money, still got mo' moneyStill got mo' money, still got mo' money[Verse 5: T.I.]I catch a case and I go to jailI came home and went back, oh wellI'm multiplying everything I spendThese trap niggas I representIt's Hustle Gang and we poppin'Got big bank rolls in our pocketsHoppin' out a foreign vehicleThrowin' 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, bitchNow everywhere you may see meSurrounded by bad bitches like Rih-RihGot them booty shots, look like NickiFace and toes pretty, I'm pickySee these trap niggas, they honor meAnd these rap niggas up under meAin't nothin' for me to get a hundred keysAnd then stimulate the economy, like?[Hook: Rihanna]Oh ohh ohhhOhhh oh oh ohAll I see is signsAll I see is dolla' signsOh ohh ohhhOhhh oh oh ohMoney on my mindMoney money on my mindThrow it up throw it upWatch it fall out from the skyThrow it up throw it upWatch it all fall outPour it up pour it upThat's how we ball outThrow it up throw it upWatch it all fall outPour it up pour it upThat's how we ball outThat's how we ball outThat's how we ball outThat's how we ball out
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