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Big Sean

"Rich As f*ck"

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible
But I swear with these fifty shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin' 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's do it, f*ck talkin', we out here, we ballin'
And I'm spraying at these rusty n*ggas like WD-40
We f*cked up, we Truk'd up; no if, ands, or butt-f*cks
b*tch n*ggas go behind ya back like nunchucks and that's f*cked up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my n*ggas down for whatever
These b*tches think they're too fly, well, tell them hoes I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, f*ck Gucci
She's blowing kisses at me with her pus*y lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz

[Hook: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
Look at you, now look at us...
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck
All my n*ggas live rich as f*ck
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck!
Look at you, now look at us...
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck
All my n*ggas live rich as f*ck
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin
I turnt a penny to a motherf*ckin Janet Jackson
Tell the b*tches that be hatin' I ain't got no worries
I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance
Ho, 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*tches, I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got Xanax, Percocet, Promethazine with Codeine
Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin' 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
Can't trust none of these hoes
And I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd
Got a red-ass b*tch with a red-ass pus*y
n*gga try me, that's a dead-ass pus*y
Since y'all motherf*ckers 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*tch and pus*y feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, di*k shovelin' the dirt, R.I.P. — 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 eatin' over here n*gga, f*ck around and have a food fight
And that's 2 Chainz

[Hook: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
Look at you, now look at us...
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck
All my n*ggas live rich as f*ck
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck!
Look at you, now look at us...
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck
All my n*ggas live rich as f*ck
All my n*ggas look rich as f*ck!

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

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