Original

Young Jeezy:
Say, RiRi, let’s take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (dat)
Throwin’ hundreds like loose change
Still got my money (oh)
Got your broad in that Mulsanne
That Bentley homie
Seats whiter than cocaine (yeah)
That 40 on me
Got me and Chi-Chi bring broads, mane (hey)
She like my homie

I’m king tut with my gold chain (gold chain)
My partner with me, he the dope mane (yeeeah)
Straight gas nigga, that BP
On that E40, that OG
These bitch niggas be actin’ up
The hoes 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
That Kendrick on them bottles
Came, poured a swimming pool, now we ’bout to dive
Got one room, got three bitches
Nigga damn right that’s where they’re supposed to be
Two Glock 40s at all time
Gone shoot back a nigga shooting me
You know it

Rihanna:
Ohoowoooaho (Young Jeezy: hehehe, yeah)
All I see is signs
All I see is dollar signs
Ohoowoooaho
Money on my mind
Money, money on my mind n’
Throw it, throw it up
Watch it fall off 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 (ey)
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it up (ey)
That’s how we ball out (Rick Ross: it’s the biggest nigga in the game)
That’s how we ball out (Rick Ross: sexy bitches worldwide, what’s up?
That’s how we ball out (Rick Ross: fuck with me, huh?)
That’s how we ball out (Rick Ross: yeah) [Mayback music)

Rick Ross:
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 (haha)
Baby, do the math, I’m coppin’ Chanel bags
Talkin’ Belle Harbour, cigars by Hermes
Know we ran the streets, eatin’ cold bully beef
Now we at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet
Boss on the avi
Rihanna screensaver
Whenever you see fat boy, I know it mean paper (Juicy J: uh

Juicy J:
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 down on both knees
She catch more balls than a goalie
Purple all in my sprite, I’m high as Denzel on flight
Scared 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 these strippers give head the best?
Pussy so good that I think I’m in love
What am I saying? It must be the drugs (drugs, drugs)
Pour it up, pop that ass, I make it rain hoe
I’ll make it flood, shorty, you might need a raincoat

Rihanna:
Strip clubs and dollar bills
And I still got my money
Patron shots, gonna get a refill
N’ I still got my money
Strippers going up and down that pole
And I still got my money
Four o’clock and we ain’t going home
‘Cause I still got my money
Money make the world go round
I still got my money
Mens make your girl go down
Still got my money
Lot mo’ where dat came from
Still got my money
The minute you wise
You know you want some
And I still got my money

Pour it up, pour it up (ey)
That’s how we ball out
That’s how we ball out
That’s how we ball out (T.I.: ay Rih, they get it baby)
That’s how we ball out (T.I.: turn up)

T.I.:
I catch a case and I go to jail (Rihanna: still got my money)
I came home and went back, oh well (Rihanna: still got my money)
I’m multiplying everything I spend (Rihanna: and I still got my money)
These trap niggas I represent (Rihanna: still got my money)

It’s Hustle Gang and we poppin’
Got big bank rolls in our pockets
Hoppin’ out a foreign vehicle
Throwin’ 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 RiRi
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

Rihanna:
Ohoowoooaho (T.I.: yup)
All I see is signs (T.I.: ey)
All I see is dollar signs (T.I.: yup)
Ohoowoooaho (T.I.: yup)
Money on my mind (T.I.: hey)
Money, money on my mind n’ (T.I.: yup)
Throw it, throw it up (T.I.: okay)
Watch it fall off from the sky (T.I.: okay)

Throw it, 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 (ey)
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it up (ey)
That’s how we ball out
That’s how we ball out
That’s how we ball out
That’s how we ball out

Deutsch

Im Original erschienen auf Rihannas siebtem Studioalbum “Unapologetic” (2012). Die Remix-Version erschien im Jahr 2013. Dieser wurde zwar auch mit Rapper 2 Chainz angekündigt, erschien letztendlich aber ohne ihn. Er fügte seinen Vers später noch selbst ein und veröffentlichte diesen im Netz.
Dieser Song sampelt “Mafia Niggaz” (2000) von Three 5 Mafia.

Songtext: Rihanna, Mike Will Made It, Planet VI, Justin Garner
Produzenten: Mike Will Made It, J-Bo