Rich as Fuck Songtext
von Lil Wayne feat. 2 Chainz
Rich as Fuck Songtext
Ugh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I′ll shoot it out with Five-O
Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo
Money talks, bull-ish walks on a motherf- tightrope
And I make that-that-that tap out, I knock that out-out-out cold
And you get beat the crap out, but that′s just how the dice roll
These h- want that hose-pipe, so I give all these h- pipe
She get on that an-and stay on, all night, like porch lights
Let's do it, f- talking, we out here, we ballin'
And I′m spraying at these rusty n- like WD-40
We f- up, we Truk′d up, no if, ands, or butt-go
Go, go, go behind your back like nunchucks, and that's f- up
But my h- down, my cups up, my n- down for whatever
But these b- think they′re too fly, well, tell them h- I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, f- Gucci
She blowing kisses at me with her lip-lip-lips, smooches
And that′s 2 Chainz
Look at you (aw), now look at us
All my n- look rich as- (yeah)
All my n- live rich as- (yeah)
All-all my n- look rich as- (yeah)
Look at you (look at you), now look at us (now look at us)
All my n- look rich as-
All my-all my n- look rich as-
All my-all-all my ni-
Ugh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin
I turnt a penny to a motherf- Janet Jackson
Tell the b- that be hatin′ I ain't got no worries
I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance
What′s your name? What′s your sign? Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah, murder 187
I be killing them b-, I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got Xanax, Percocet, promethazine with codeine
Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin′ all these h- dreams
Got a white girl with big-, flat-, TV screen
I keep a bad b-, call me the B.B. King
And you know I got that mouth out her
Then put that b- out like a house fire
I'm killing these- like Michael Myers
I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can′t trust none of these n-
Can't trust none of these h-
And I see your girl when I want
I got that-that TiVo′d, ugh
Got a red- b- with a red-
Try-try me, that's a dead-
Since y'all motherf- so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don′t care who′s lookin'
All I know is I love my b-
And feel-feel just like Heaven on earth
Six feet deep, d- shovelin′ the dirt
R-I-P, rest in-
Light that ish, then pass that ish
We gon' get so smoked out
And then I went, got locked up
Every night, I dreamt I broke out
One time for them p- n-
That′s that ish I don't like
We eatin′ over here n-
F- around and have a food fight
And that's 2 Chainz
Look at you (uh), now look at us (yeah)
All my n- look rich as f- (what?)
All my n- look rich as f- (what?)
All-all my n- look rich as f- (yeah)
(Ayo, f- all y'all b-, straight up)
Look at you, now look at us
(Any b- out there that ain′t never wanna give me no p-)
All my n- look rich as f-
(F- you in your as-ho-, b-)
All my-all my n- live rich as-
All my-all-all my-my look rich as-
And your n- a h-
But I swear with these 50 shots, I′ll shoot it out with Five-O
Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo
Money talks, bull-ish walks on a motherf- tightrope
And I make that-that-that tap out, I knock that out-out-out cold
And you get beat the crap out, but that′s just how the dice roll
These h- want that hose-pipe, so I give all these h- pipe
She get on that an-and stay on, all night, like porch lights
Let's do it, f- talking, we out here, we ballin'
And I′m spraying at these rusty n- like WD-40
We f- up, we Truk′d up, no if, ands, or butt-go
Go, go, go behind your back like nunchucks, and that's f- up
But my h- down, my cups up, my n- down for whatever
But these b- think they′re too fly, well, tell them h- I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, f- Gucci
She blowing kisses at me with her lip-lip-lips, smooches
And that′s 2 Chainz
Look at you (aw), now look at us
All my n- look rich as- (yeah)
All my n- live rich as- (yeah)
All-all my n- look rich as- (yeah)
Look at you (look at you), now look at us (now look at us)
All my n- look rich as-
All my-all my n- look rich as-
All my-all-all my ni-
Ugh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin
I turnt a penny to a motherf- Janet Jackson
Tell the b- that be hatin′ I ain't got no worries
I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance
What′s your name? What′s your sign? Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah, murder 187
I be killing them b-, I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got Xanax, Percocet, promethazine with codeine
Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin′ all these h- dreams
Got a white girl with big-, flat-, TV screen
I keep a bad b-, call me the B.B. King
And you know I got that mouth out her
Then put that b- out like a house fire
I'm killing these- like Michael Myers
I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can′t trust none of these n-
Can't trust none of these h-
And I see your girl when I want
I got that-that TiVo′d, ugh
Got a red- b- with a red-
Try-try me, that's a dead-
Since y'all motherf- so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don′t care who′s lookin'
All I know is I love my b-
And feel-feel just like Heaven on earth
Six feet deep, d- shovelin′ the dirt
R-I-P, rest in-
Light that ish, then pass that ish
We gon' get so smoked out
And then I went, got locked up
Every night, I dreamt I broke out
One time for them p- n-
That′s that ish I don't like
We eatin′ over here n-
F- around and have a food fight
And that's 2 Chainz
Look at you (uh), now look at us (yeah)
All my n- look rich as f- (what?)
All my n- look rich as f- (what?)
All-all my n- look rich as f- (yeah)
(Ayo, f- all y'all b-, straight up)
Look at you, now look at us
(Any b- out there that ain′t never wanna give me no p-)
All my n- look rich as f-
(F- you in your as-ho-, b-)
All my-all my n- live rich as-
All my-all-all my-my look rich as-
And your n- a h-
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Tyler Williams, Nikhil Seetharam, Tauheed Epps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com