Rich As F***

Uh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that 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 motherfucking tightrope

And I make that pussy tapout, 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

Let's do it, fuck talkin', we out here, we ballin'

And I'm spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40

We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if, ands, or butt-fucks

Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nunchucks

And that's fucked 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, fuck 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 fuck

All my niggas live rich as fuck

All my niggas look rich as fuck!

Look at you, now look at us

All my niggas look rich as fuck

All my niggas live rich as fuck

All my

Never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin

I turnt a penny to a motherfuckin' 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 insurance

Ho, what's yo name? What's 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 sellin' all these hoes dreams

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

I keep a bad bitch, call me the B.B. King

And you know I got that mouth out her

Then put that bitch out like a house fire