Needed Me / Pour It Up / Bitch Better Have My Money (VMA)

Rihanna

Compositor: Rihanna

[Needed Me]

I was good on my own, that's the way it was
That's the way it was
You was good on the low for a faded fuck
On some faded love
Shit, what the fuck you complaining for?
Feeling jaded, huh?
Used to trip off that shit I was kickin' to you
Had some fun on the run though I give it to you

But baby, don't get it twisted
You was just another nigga on the hit list
Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch
Didn't they tell you that I was a savage?
Fuck ya white horse and ya carriage
Bet you never could imagine
Never told you you could have it

You needed me
Ooh, you needed me
To feel a little more and give a little less
Know you hate to confess
But baby, whoo, you needed me

[Pour It Up]

(Pour up, fall out, pour up)
(Pour up, fall out, pour up, ball out)

Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it
That's how we ball out
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it
That's how we ball out

Strip clubs and dolla' bills
I still got mo' money
Patron shots, can I get a refill?
I still got mo' money
Strippers going up and down that pole
And I still got mo' money
4'o clock and we ain't going home
'Cause I still got mo' money
Money make the world go round
I still got mo' money
Bands make your girl go down
I still got mo' money
Lot more where that came from
I still got mo' money
The look in your eyes I know you want some
And I still got mo' money

Oh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh
All I see is signs
All I see is dolla' signs
Oh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, 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
That's how we ball out
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it
That's how we ball out
That's how we ball out
That's how we ball out
That's how we ball out

[Bitch Better Have My Money]

Bitch, bitch, bitch
Yo, yo
Bitch, bitch, bitch

Yayo, yayo
Mula-la
Yayo

Bitch, better have my money
Y'all should know me well enough
Bitch, better have my money
Please, don't call me on my bluff
Pay me what you owe me
Ballin' bigger than LeBron
Bitch, give me your money
Who y'all think y'all frontin' on?

Like brrap, brrap, brrap
Louis XIII, and it's all on me, nigga, you just bought a shot
Kamikaze if you think that you gon' knock me off the top
Shit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car
Don't act like you forgot

I call the shots, shots, shots
Like brrap, brrap, brrap
Pay me what you owe me
Don't act like you forgot

Bitch, better have my money
Bitch, better have my money
Pay me what you owe me
Bitch, better have my (bitch, better have my)
Bitch, better have my (bitch, better have my)
Bitch, better have my money

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