Ugh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible
But I swear with these fifty shots, I’ll shoot it out with Five-O
Pockets gettin’ too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo
Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tightrope
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
Let’s do it, fuck talking, we out here, we ballin’
And I’m spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40
We fucked up, we Truk’d up; no if, ands, or butt-fucks
Bitch niggas go behind your back like nunchucks, and that’s fucked up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever
These bitches think they’re too fly, well, tell them hoes I pluck feathers
I’m Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, fuck Gucci
She blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches
And that’s 2 Chainz

Look at you (Aw), now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah)
All my niggas live rich as fuck (Yeah)
All—All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah)
Look at you (Look at you), now look at us (Now look at us)
All my niggas look rich as fuck (Bitch)
All my—All my niggas live rich as fuck (You hoe-ass—)
All my—All—All my ni—

Ugh, never talk to the cops, I don’t speak Pig Latin
I turnt a penny to a motherfuckin Janet Jackson
Tell the bitches 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, one-eighty-seven
I be killing them bitches, 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 bitch, call me the B.B. King
And you know I got that mouth out her
Then put that bitch 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 niggas
Can’t trust none of these hoes
And I see your girl when I want
I got that ho TiVo’d, ugh
Got a red-ass bitch with a red-ass pussy
Nigga try me, that’s a dead-ass pussy
Since y’all motherfuckers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don’t care who’s lookin’
All I know is I love my bitch
And pussy feel just like Heaven on earth
Six feet deep, dick shovelin’ the dirt
RIP: 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 don’t like
We eatin’ over here nigga, fuck around and have a food fight
And that’s 2 Chainz

Look at you (Uh), now look at us (Yeah)
All my niggas look rich as fuck (What?)
All my niggas live rich as fuck (What?)
All-all my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah)
Look at you, now look at us (Get the fuck out y’all bitches, straight up)
All my niggas look rich as fuck (Any bitch who don’t wanna give me no pussy)
All my-all my niggas live rich as fuck (Fuck you in your asshole, bitch)
All my-all-all my niggas look rich as fuck

And your nigga a hoe