Pour It Up (Remix) de Rihanna

La canción "Pour It Up (Remix)" interpretada por Rihanna en colaboración con Young Jeezy, Rick Ross, Juicy J y T.I., forma parte del álbum "Unapologetic". Pertenece al género musical de R&B, hip hop y rap. Fue lanzada en el año 2013.

La letra de la canción gira en torno al tema del dinero y el lujo, mostrando un estilo de vida lujoso y ostentoso. Desde el comienzo, se mencionan imágenes de derroche con versos como "Throwin’ hundreds like loose change" o "Seats whiter than cocaine". A través de metáforas relacionadas con el poder adquisitivo elevado y la vida nocturna glamurosa, la canción crea una atmósfera de exuberancia.

En cuanto al significado subyacente, podemos interpretar que la letra es una celebración del éxito financiero y la abundancia material. Se plasma una actitud desenfadada ante el gasto excesivo y se destaca cómo el dinero parece ser lo que rige las acciones tanto en los versos cantados por los artistas invitados como por Rihanna misma. La repetición de frases como "All I see is dollar signs" refuerza esta idea central.

Además, se aborda la atracción por el dinero a lo largo de toda la canción, presentando escenas de clubes nocturnos, strippers y lujuria asociada con la riqueza. Cada verso contribuye a construir esta imagen hedonista donde no hay límites para disfrutar del dinero obtenido.

Un punto interesante para destacar es cómo cada artista añade su propio estilo a la narrativa general. Desde las referencias automovilísticas hasta las descripciones explícitas sobre situaciones sociales glamurosas, cada voz agrega capas a la historia contada en la canción.

En comparación con otras obras de Rihanna, "Pour It Up" resalta por su enfoque directo en el materialismo y los placeres terrenales. Mientras que algunas de sus canciones anteriores abordan temas más personales o emocionales, esta pista se centra completamente en los aspectos financieros y sociales del éxito.

Asimismo, es importante tener presente que este remix reúne a varios artistas prominentes dentro del mundo del hip hop y rap, agregando diversidad musical a la pieza final. La colaboración entre voces establece una dinámica única que complementa perfectamente el tono general de la canción.

En resumen, "Pour It Up (Remix)" ofrece un vistazo al mundo indulgente del lujo desenfrenado y muestra cómo el dinero puede influir en comportamientos e impresiones sociales. A través de letras explícitas y beats envolventes, logra transmitir toda una experiencia sensorial centrada en los placeres materiales más extremos.

(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

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 swimming 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 .40s at all times
I’ll shoot back if niggas shoot at me,
you know it

(Rihanna)

Ohhh...
All I see is signs
All I see is dollar signs
Ohhh...
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

(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
Baby, do the math – I’m coppin’
Chanel bags
Talkin’ Bell Harbour cigars for her mans
Know we run the streets,
eatin’ cold bully beef
Now we at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my
feet
Boss on the avey, Rihanna screensaver
Whenever you see the fat boy, you know it mean paper

(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 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 saying? 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 more money
Patron shots, can I get a refill?
I still got more money
Strippers goin’ up and down that pole
And I still got my money
Four o’clock and we ain’t going home
Still got more money
Money make the world go around
I still got my money
Bands make your girl go down
Still got more money
Lot more where that came from
Still got more money
The look in your eyes, I you know you want some
Still got more 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.)

I catch a case and I go to jail (still got more
money)
I came home and went back over there (still got more money)
I’m multiplying everything I spend (still got more money)
These trap niggas I represent (still got
more money)
It’s Hustle Gang and we poppin’
Got big bank rolls in our pockets
Hoppin’ out a foregin 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 on to 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)

Ohhh...
All I see is signs
All I see is dollar signs
Ohhh...
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