Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
I roll with you cause you the shit
And I know you're gonna get me lit
I'm not one for popping out
Unless I pop out to the VIP
You ain't saying nothing
When the bottles keep coming
I don't want 'em if the spark ain't big
Ya dig
Hold up, let me take a flick
Where's the hookah?
Where's the Patron?
It's too much liquor
You taking me home
I like the view from up here it's cool
But my cup is empty
I'm ready for round 2
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
You call me arrogant
Well I'm arrogance at its finest
It's no more R-V-C to you
You see me and you say
Yes you're highness
Who got you all gassed up?
Who got you all gassed up?
You got the wrong people backing you baby
Back the f*ck up
They was embracing you
But blame them
When you get embarrassed
You thought you earned your spot
When really I just let you have it
It's no fun
Teaching you hoes a lesson
Cause y'all ain't got no bottles
Or even cups in your section
So don't ask me no questions
I don't want 'em if the spark ain't big
Ya dig
Hold up, let me take a flick
Where's the hookah?
Where's the Patron?
It's too much liquor
You taking me home
I like the view from up here it's cool
But my cup is empty
I'm ready for round 2 (pour me)
Pour me up (count my)
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up (count my)
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up (count my)
Count my dollars
Count my dollars (pour me)
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Reyna Von Chase - Pour Me Up Lyrics
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Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
I roll with you cause you the shit
And I know you're gonna get me lit
I'm not one for popping out
Unless I pop out to the VIP
You ain't saying nothing
When the bottles keep coming
I don't want 'em if the spark ain't big
Ya dig
Hold up, let me take a flick
Where's the hookah?
Where's the Patron?
It's too much liquor
You taking me home
I like the view from up here it's cool
But my cup is empty
I'm ready for round 2
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
You call me arrogant
Well I'm arrogance at its finest
It's no more R-V-C to you
You see me and you say
Yes you're highness
Who got you all gassed up?
Who got you all gassed up?
You got the wrong people backing you baby
Back the f*ck up
They was embracing you
But blame them
When you get embarrassed
You thought you earned your spot
When really I just let you have it
It's no fun
Teaching you hoes a lesson
Cause y'all ain't got no bottles
Or even cups in your section
So don't ask me no questions
I don't want 'em if the spark ain't big
Ya dig
Hold up, let me take a flick
Where's the hookah?
Where's the Patron?
It's too much liquor
You taking me home
I like the view from up here it's cool
But my cup is empty
I'm ready for round 2 (pour me)
Pour me up (count my)
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up (count my)
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up (count my)
Count my dollars
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
Pour me up (pour me up)
Count my dollars (pour me up)
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Count my dollars (pour me up)
Pour me up (pour me up)
Count my dollars (pour me up)
Count my dollars (pour me up)
Pour me up (you call me arrogant)
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
I roll with you cause you the shit
And I know you're gonna get me lit
I'm not one for popping out
Unless I pop out to the VIP
You ain't saying nothing
When the bottles keep coming
I don't want 'em if the spark ain't big
Ya dig
Hold up, let me take a flick
Where's the hookah?
Where's the Patron?
It's too much liquor
You taking me home
I like the view from up here it's cool
But my cup is empty
I'm ready for round 2
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
Pour me up
You call me arrogant
Well I'm arrogance at its finest
It's no more R-V-C to you
You see me and you say
Yes you're highness
Who got you all gassed up?
Who got you all gassed up?
You got the wrong people backing you baby
Back the f*ck up
They was embracing you
But blame them
When you get embarrassed
You thought you earned your spot
When really I just let you have it
It's no fun
Teaching you hoes a lesson
Cause y'all ain't got no bottles
Or even cups in your section
So don't ask me no questions
I don't want 'em if the spark ain't big
Ya dig
Hold up, let me take a flick
Where's the hookah?
Where's the Patron?
It's too much liquor
You taking me home
I like the view from up here it's cool
But my cup is empty
I'm ready for round 2 (pour me)
Pour me up (count my)
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up (count my)
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up (count my)
Count my dollars
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars (pour me)
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
Pour me up (pour me up)
Count my dollars (pour me up)
Pour me up (pour me up)
Count my dollars (pour me up)
Pour me up (pour me up)
Count my dollars (pour me up)
Count my dollars (pour me up)
Pour me up (you call me arrogant)
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Pour me up
Count my dollars
Count my dollars
Pour me up
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Writer: Reynaldine Bourdeau
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