Rich As f*ck lyrics

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Trina


[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible
But I swear, with these fifty shots, I'll shoot it out with Five-O
Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo
Money talks, bullsh*t walks on a motherf*cking tightrope
And I make that pus*y tap out, I knock that pus*y out cold
n*gga, 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 di*k and stay on, all night, like porch lights
Let's do it, f*ck talking, we out here, we ballin'
And I'm spraying at these rusty n*ggas like WD-40
We f*cked up, we Truk'd up; no if, ands, or butt-f*cks
b*tch n*ggas go behind your back like nunchucks, and that's f*cked up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my n*ggas down for whatever
These b*tches think they're too fly, well, tell them hoes I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, f*ck Gucci
She blowing kisses at me with her pus*y lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Both]
Look at you (Aw), now look at us
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck (Yeah)
All my n*ggas live rich as f*ck (Yeah)
All—All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck (Yeah)
Look at you (Look at you), now look at us (Now look at us)
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck (b*tch)
All my—All my n*ggas live rich as f*ck (You hoe-ass bi—)
All my—All—All my ni—
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin
I turned a penny to a motherf*ckin Janet Jackson
Tell the b*tches that be hatin' I ain't got no worries
I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance, ho
What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah, murder, one-eighty-seven
I be killing them b*tches, I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got Xanax, Percocet, promethazine with codeine
Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin' all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat-ass, TV screen
I keep a bad b*tch, call me "The B.B. King"
And you know I got that mouth out her
Then put that b*tch out like a house fire
I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers
I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can't trust none of these n*ggas
Can't trust none of these hoes
And I see your girl when I want
I got that ho TiVo'd, ugh
Got a red-ass b*tch with a red-ass pus*y
n*gga try me, that's a dead-ass pus*y
Since y'all motherf*ckers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don't care who's lookin'
All I know is I love my b*tch
And pus*y feel just like Heaven on Earth
Six feet deep, di*k shovelin' the dirt
RIP: Rest In pus*y
Light that sh*t, then pass that sh*t, we gon' get so smoked out
And then I went, got locked up; every night, I dreamt I broke out
One time for them pus*y n*ggas—that's that sh*t I don't like
We eatin' over here, n*gga—f*ck around and have a food fight
And that's 2 Chainz
[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Both]
Look at you (Uh), now look at us (Yeah)
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck (What?)
All my n*ggas live rich as f*ck (What?)
All-all my n*ggas look rich as f*ck (Yeah)
Look at you, now look at us (Aye f*ck all y'all b*tches, straight up)
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck (Any b*tch out there that ain't never wanna give me no pus*y)
All my-all my n*ggas live rich as f*ck (f*ck you in your as*h*le, b*tch)
All my-all-all my n*ggas look rich as f*ck

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
And your n*gga a hoe
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