[Intro: Young Jeezy]. Say Rih-Rih let's take this shit to the street one-time. You know?. Throwin' hundreds like loose change still got my 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. [Verse 1: Young Jeezy]. I'm King Tut with my gold chain. My partner with me he the dope mane. Straight gas nigga that BP. On that E40 that OG. These bitch niggas be actin' up. These 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. [Hook: Rihanna]. Oh ohh ohhh. Ohhh oh oh oh. All I see is signs. All I see is dolla' signs. Oh ohh ohhh. Ohhh 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. 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. [Interlude: Rick Ross]. It's the biggest nigga in the game. Sexy bitches world wide wassap?. Fuck with me huh?. [Verse 2: 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' Bal 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 fact boy. I know it mean paper. [Verse 3: 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 ho. I'll make it flood shorty you might need a raincoat. [Verse 4: Rihanna]. Strip clubs and dolla' bills. Still got mo' money. Patron shots can I get a refill. Still got mo' money. Strippers going up and down that pole. Still got mo' money. 4'o clock and we ain't going home. Still got mo' money. Money make the world go round. Still got mo' money. Bands make you 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. [Bridge: Rihanna]. 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. Still got mo' money still got mo' money. Still got mo' money still got mo' money. [Verse 5: T.I.]. I catch a case and I go to jail. I came home and went back oh well. I'm multiplying everything I spend. These trap niggas I represent. 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 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?. [Hook: Rihanna]. Oh ohh ohhh. Ohhh oh oh oh. All I see is signs. All I see is dolla' signs. Oh ohh ohhh. Ohhh oh oh oh. Money on my mind. Money money on my mind. Throw it up 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. That's how we ball out. That's how we ball out. That's how we ball out