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Rich As Fuck (feat. 2 Chainz)Ugh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that BibleBut 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, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tightrope 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 Let's do it, fuck talking, 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 your 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 them hoes I pluck feathers I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, fuck Gucci She blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches And that's 2 Chainz Look at you (Aw), now look at us All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah) All my niggas live rich as fuck (Yeah) All—All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah) Look at you (Look at you), now look at us (Now look at us) All my niggas look rich as fuck (Bitch) All my—All my niggas live rich as fuck (You hoe-ass—) All my—All—All my ni— Ugh, 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 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 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 I'm 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 And I see your girl when I want I got that ho TiVo'd, ugh Got a red-ass bitch with a red-ass pussy Nigga try me, that's a dead-ass pussy Since y'all motherfuckers so blind to the fact To tell you the truth, I don't care who's lookin' All I know is I love my bitch And pussy feel just like Heaven on earth Six feet deep, dick shovelin' the dirt RIP: 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 don't like We eatin' over here nigga, fuck around and have a food fight And that's 2 Chainz Look at you (Uh), now look at us (Yeah) All my niggas look rich as fuck (What?) All my niggas live rich as fuck (What?) All-all my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah) Look at you, now look at us (Get the fuck out y'all bitches, straight up) All my niggas look rich as fuck (Any bitch who don't wanna give me no pussy) All my-all my niggas live rich as fuck (Fuck you in your asshole, bitch) All my-all-all my niggas look rich as fuck And your nigga a hoe |