Rich As F*** - Album Version (Edited)

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

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

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