Rich As F*** Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Never talk to the cops, I dont speak pig latin 

I turn the penny to a motherfcking 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, Im 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 

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And put that bitch out like a house fire 

Im 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 

I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd 

Got a red ass bitch with a red ass pussy 

Nigga try me, that a dead ass pussy 

Cuz yall motherfckers so blind to the fact 

To tell you the truth, I dont care who's looking 

All I know is I love my bitch 

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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 niggas 

That's that shit I dont like 

We eating over here nigga 

Fck around and have food fight 

And that's 2 Chainz. 

Look at you 

Now look at us 

All my niggas look rich as fck 

All my niggas look rich as fck 

All my niggas look rich as fck 

Look at you 

Now look at us 

All my niggas look rich as fck 

All my niggas look rich as fck 

All my niggas look rich as fck 

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 motherfcking tight rope 

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 

Lets do it, fck talking, we out here we ballin 

And Im spraying that on these rusty niggas like WD40 

We fcked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands or but fcks 

Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's fcked 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 fck 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 look rich as fuck 

All my niggas look rich as fuck 

Look at you 

Now look at us 

All my niggas look rich as fck 

All my niggas look rich as fck 

All my niggas look rich as fck