Lil Wayne - Rich As Fuck [Explicit] Feat.2 Chains

 

Lyrics to Rich As Fuck [Explicit] Feat.2 Chains by Lil Wayne

 [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Never talk to the cops, I don't 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, I'm 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 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 I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd Got a red ass bitch with a red ass pussy N-gga try me, that a dead ass pussy Cuz yall motherf-ckers so blind to the fact To tell you the truth, I don't 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 n-ggas That's that shit I don't like We eating over here n-gga F-ck around and have food fight And that's 2 Chainz.. [Hook] Look at you Now look at us All my n-ggas look rich as f-ck All my n-ggas look rich as f-ck All my n-ggas look rich as f-ck Look at you Now look at us All my n-ggas look rich as f-ck All my n-ggas look rich as f-ck All my n-ggas look rich as f-ck [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 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 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 dick and stay on, all night like porch lights Lets do it, f-ck talking, we out here we ballin And I'm spraying that on these rusty n-ggas like WD40 We f-cked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands or but f-cks Bitch n-ggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's f-cked up But my hoes down, my cups up, my n-ggas 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... [Hook] Look at you Now look at us All my n-ggas look rich as f-ck All my n-ggas look rich as f-ck All my n-ggas look rich as f-ck Look at you Now look at us All my n-ggas look rich as f-ck All my n-ggas look rich as f-ck All my n-ggas look rich as f-ck