Fucking Cheater!!!!11

[Young Jeezy:]
Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one time, you know?
Throwin hundreds like loose change, still got mo money,
Got your broad in that Mulsanne, that Bentley, homie.
Seats whiter than cocaine, that 40 on me,
Got me and Chi-Chi, bring broads, mane,
She like my homie.
I'm King Tut with my gold chain,
My partner with me, he the dope mane,
Straight gassed, nigga, that BP,
On that E40, that OG.
These bitch niggas be actin up,
These hoe niggas be actin foul,
They'll grind with you, they'll shine with you,
Be pointin fingers off at your trial.
My Rolls Royce with my driver in it,
Gettin fucked up ‘cause I ain't got to drive.
Got Kendrick on them bottles,
Came and poured a swimmin' pool and we about to dive.
Got one room, got three bitches,
And you're damn right, that's where they're supposed to be,
Two Glock .40's at all times,
I'll shoot back if niggas shoot at me, you know it.

[Chorus: Rihanna]
All I see is signs,
All I see is dollar signs,
Money on my mind,
Money, money on my mind.
Throw it, throw it up,
Watch it fallin' 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:]
It's the biggest nigga in the game.
Sexy bitches world wide, wassup?
Fuck with me, huh?
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 charter.
Suede Bally shoes, true rude boy,
Ferrari 400 horses, we do it for cool points.
Baby, do the math – I'm coppin' Chanel bags,
Talkin' Bell Harbour, cigars by Hermes,
Know we run the streets, eatin' cold bully beef,
Now we at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet.
Boss on the ave, Rihanna screensaver,
Whenever you see the fat boy, you know it mean paper.

[Juicy J:]
We trippy, mane!
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.
Ziplock bag full of OG, I go in like a door key.
Your girlfriend 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 niggas, 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 pornstar.
Smokin on doobies like cigarettes,
Which one of 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.
Pour it up, pop that ass out, make it rain, hoe,
I'll make it flood, shorty, you might need a raincoat.

[Rihanna:]
Strip clubs and dollar bills,
Still got mo money.
Patrón shots,
Can I get a refill?
Still got mo money.
Strippers goin' up and down that pole,
Still got mo money.
Four o'clock and we ain't goin' home,
Still got mo money.
Money make the world go ‘round,
Still got mo money.
Bands make your 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.
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):]
I catch a case and I go to jail, (Still got mo money)
I came home and went back over there. (Still got mo money)
I'm multiplyin everythin' I spend, (Still got mo money)
These trap niggas I represent. (Still got mo money)
It's Hustle Gang and we poppin,
Got big bank rolls in our pockets,
Hoppin out a foregin vehicle,
Throwin forty G's 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 keys,
And then stimulate the economy, like...

[Chorus]