Rich As f*ck lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Uh

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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 getting 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 do it (Let do it)
f*ck talking (f*ck talking)
We out here, we balling (We balling)
And I'm spraying at these rusty n*ggas like WD-40 ('D-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 ('Ever)
Thee b*tches think they're too fly, well, tell them hoes I pluck feathers (Feathers)
I'm Tunechi (Tunechi)
Young Tunechi (Tunechi)
I wear Trukfit, f*ck Gucci (Gucci)
She blowing kisses at me with her pus*y lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz (And that's 2 Chainz)
[Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne, & 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
Look at chu (Aw, look at chu)
Now, look at us (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 chu (Look at chu)
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 my ni—(Uh, never)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin (Pig Latin)
I turned a penny to a motherf*cking Janet Jackson (Janet Jackson)
Tell the b*tches that be hating I ain't got no worries (I ain't got no worries)
I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurance (Like I ain't got insurance)
Hoe
What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac Killer (Zodiac Killer)
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter (Even Master Splinter)
Yeah (Yeah)
Murder, one-eighty-seven
I be killing them b*tches, I hope all dogs go da Heaven
And I got Xanax (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 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 (n*ggas)
Can't trust none of these hoes (These hoes)
And I see your girl when I want
I got that hoe TiVo'd, uh
Got a red-ass b*tch with a red-ass pus*y (Red-ass pus*y)
n*gga try me, that's a dead-ass pus*y (Dead-ass pus*y)
Since y'all motherf*ckers so blind to the fact
Da tell you the truth, Ion't care who's looking
All I know is I love my b*tch
And pus*y feel just like Heaven on Earth
Six feet deep, di*k-shoveling the dirt
RIP: Rest In pus*y (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 eating over here, n*gga—f*ck around and have a food fight
And that's 2 Chainz (And that's 2 Chainz)
[Chorus 2: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne, & 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
Look at chu (Uh, look at chu)
Now, look at us (Yeah, now, look at us)
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 (Ayy, f*ck all y'all b*tches, straight up, look at chu)
Now, look at us (Any b*tch out there that ain't never wanna give me no pus*y? Now, look at us)
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck (f*ck you in your as*h*le, b*tch)
All my-All my n*ggas live rich as f*ck
All my-All-All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck (Look rich as f*ck)

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