Lil Wayne – Rich As Fuck (feat. 2 Chainz) Lyrics

Rich As Fuck

Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)

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"Rich As Fuck." - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 02:44 pm

Album: I Am Not a Human Being II (Deluxe Version)

Track No: 09

Uh, 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
****, 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 **** like WD-40
We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if, ands, or butt-fucks
Bitch **** go behind your back like nunchucks, and that's fucked up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my **** 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, now look at us
All my **** look rich as fuck (Yeah)
All my **** live rich as fuck (Yeah)
All, all my **** look rich as fuck (Yeah)
Look at you, now look at us (Look at you, now, look at us)
All my **** look rich as fuck (Bitch)
All my, all my **** live rich as fuck
You hoe-ass bi—
All my, all, all my ni—
Uh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin
I turned 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 ****, can't trust none of these hoes
And I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd, uh
Got a red-ass bitch with a red-ass pussy, **** 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, 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 ****, that's that shit I don't like
We eatin' over here, ****, fuck around and have a food fight, and that's 2 Chainz
Look at you, now look at us (Uh, yeah)
All my **** look rich as fuck (What?)
All my **** live rich as fuck (What?)
All, all my **** look rich as fuck (Yeah)
Look at you, now look at us
All my **** look rich as fuck
All my, all my **** live rich as fuck
All my, all, all my **** look rich as fuck

Writer(s): D. Carter, T. Epps, Tyler Williams & Nikhil Seetharam.

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