[Featuring: 2 Chainz]

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig Latin
I turn the penny to a motherfucking 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 what's yo name, what's 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, I'm 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
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
Got a red ass bitch with a red ass pussy
Nigga try me, that's a dead ass pussy
Cuz y'all motherfuckers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don't 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 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 niggas
That's that shit I don't like
We eating over here nigga
Fuck around and have a food fight
And that's 2 Chainz...

[Hook: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne (x2)]
Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas live rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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 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 that on these rusty niggas like WD40
We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands or but fucks
Bitch niggas go behind yo 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 'em hoes I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, fuck Gucci
She's blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz...

[Hook: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne (x2)]
Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas live rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck