Rich As Fuck ft. 2 Chainz de Lil Wayne

Never talk to the cops, I dont speak pig latin
I turn the penny to a motherf*cking Janet Jackson
Tell the bitches that be hatin I ain't got no worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurances
Ho whats yo name whats yo sign, Zodiac Killer

All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter

Yeah Murder 187

I be killing them bitches I hope all dogs go to heaven

And I got xanax, percocet, promethazine with codeine

Call me Mr Sandman, Im selling all these hoes dreams

Got a white girl with big titties, flat ass TV screen

I keep a bad bitch call me the BB King

You know I got that mouth out her

And put that bitch out like a house fire

Im killing these hoes like Michael Myers

I eat that cat just like a lion

And I can't trust none of these niggas

Can't trust none of these hoes

I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd

Got a red ass bitch with a red ass pussy

Nigga try me, that a dead ass pussy

Cuz yall motherf*ckers so blind to the fact

To tell you the truth, I dont care who's looking

All I know is I love my bitch

That pussy feel just like heaven on earth

Six feet deep, dick shovel in dirt

R.I.P.-Rest in pussy

Light that shit then pass that shit

We gon get so smoked out

And then I went got locked up

Every night I dreamt I broke out

One Time for them pussy niggas

That's that shit I dont like

We eating over here nigga

F*ck around and have food fight

And that's 2 Chainz..

Look at you

Now look at us

All my niggas look rich as f*ck

All my niggas look rich as f*ck

All my niggas look rich as f*ck

Look at you

Now look at us

All my niggas look rich as f*ck

All my niggas look rich as f*ck

All my niggas look rich as f*ck

AK on my night stand, right next to the bible

But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0

Pockets gettin too fat, no weight watchers no lipo

Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherf*cking tight rope

And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold

Nigga you get beat the crap out but that's just how the dice roll

These hoes want that hose pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe

She get on that dick and stay on, all night like porch lights

Lets do it, f*ck talking, we out here we ballin

And Im spraying that on these rusty niggas like WD40

We f*cked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands or but f*cks

Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's f*cked up

But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever

These bitches think they're too fly well tell em hoes I pluck feathers

I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit f*ck Gucci

She's blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches

And that's 2 Chainz...

Look at you

Now look at us

All my niggas look rich as f*ck

All my niggas look rich as f*ck

All my niggas look rich as f*ck

Look at you

Now look at us

All my niggas look rich as f*ck

All my niggas look rich as f*ck

All my niggas look rich as f*ck