2 Chainz - Rich As ***** (Feat Lil Wayne) Lyrics
Never talk to the cops, I don’t speak pig latinI turn the pen into a mother*****ing janet jacksonTell the *****es the be hating I ain’t got no worriesI just wanna hit and run like I ain’t got no insuranceHoe, what’s yo name? what’s yo sign?Zodiac killer, all rats gotta die even master splinterYeah murder 187, I be killing them *****esI hope all dogs go to heavenAnd I got xanax, percocate, promethizine with codineCall me mr sandman, I’m selling all these hoes dreamsGot a white girl with big titties, flat ass tv screenI keep a bad ***** call me the bb kingYou know I got that mouth out her and put that ***** outLike a house fire, I’m killing these hoes like michael myersI eat that cat just like a lion, and I can’t trust none of these niggasCan’t trust none of these hoesAnd I see your girl one on one, I got that hoe tivoGot a red ass ***** with a red ass *****Nigga try me that’s a deadass *****Cause y’all mother*****ers so blind to the factTo tell you the truth, I don’t care who’s lookingThat ***** feel just like heaven on earthSix feet deep dick shovel in dirtRip, rest in *****, light that shit then pass that shitWe gone so smoked outAnd then I went got locked up, every night I dreamed I broke outOen time for them ***** niggas that’s that shit I don’t likeWe eating over here nigga ***** around and have a food fightAnd that’s 2 chainzLook at you, now look at usAll my niggas look rich as *****All my niggas look rich as *****All my niggas look rich as *****Ak on my night stand, right next to the bibleBut I swear with these 50 shots I’ll shoot our with 5 oPockets getting too fat, no weight watch, no light poleMoney talks, bullshit walks on a mother*****ing tight ropeAnd I make that ***** dap out I knowck that ***** out coldNigga you get beat the clap outBut that’s just how the dice rollThese hoes want that hoes pipeSo I give all these hoes pipeShe get on that dick and stay on all night like porch lightsLet’s do it, ***** talking we out here we ballinAnd I’m spraying that on these rusty niggas like wd40We *****ed up we trunked up, no if ands or but *****s***** niggas go behind ya back like nun-chucksAnd that’s *****ed up by my hoes down, my cups upMy niggas down for whatever, these *****es think they too flyWell tell them hoes I pluck feathersI’m tunechi, young tunechi, I wear trukfit, ***** gucciShe blowing kisses at me with her ***** lips, smoochiesAnd that’s 2 chainzLook at you, now look at usAll my niggas look rich as *****All my niggas look rich as *****All my niggas look rich as *****.
