Lil Wayne - Rich As f** lyrics

Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig latin I turned the pen into a motherf**ing Janet Jackson Tell the b**hes that be hatin' I ain't got no worries I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurance Ho, whats yo name whats yo sign, Zodiac k**er All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter Yeah Murder 187 I be k**ing them b**hes 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 a** TV screen I keep a bad b**h call me the BB King You know I got that mouth out her, and put that b**h out like a house fire I'm k**ing these hoes like Michael Myers, I eat that cat just like a lion And I can't trust none of these n***as, can't trust none of these hoes And I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd huh Got a red a** b**h with a red a** p**y n***a try me, that's a dead a** p**y Since y'all motherf**ers so blind to the fact, To tell you the truth I don't care who's looking All I know is I love my b**h, that p**y feel just like heaven on earth Six feet deep, dick shovel in the dirt, R.I.P. Rest In p**y Light that sh** then pa** that sh**, we gon' get so smoked out And then I went got locked up, every night I dreamt I broke out One time for them p**y n***as, that's that sh** I don't like We eating over here n***a, f** around and have food fight And that's 2 Chainz Look at you, now look at us All my n***as look rich as f** All my n***as live rich as f** All my n***as look rich as f** Look at you, now look at us All my n***as look rich as f** All my n***as live rich as f** All my AK on my night stand, right next to tat bible But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0 Pockets gettin' too fat, no weight watch no lipo Money talks, bullsh** walks on a motherf**ing tight rope And I make that p**y tap out, I knock that p**y out cold n***a 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, f** talking, we out here, we ballin' And I'm spraying that on these rusty n***as like WD-40 We f**ed up, we Truk'd up, no if's and's or bu*t f**s b**h n***as go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's f**ed up But my hoes down, my cups up, my n***as down for whatever These b**hes think they're too fly well tell them hoes I pluck feathers I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit f** Gucci She's blowing kisses at me with her p**y lips, smooches And that's 2 Chainz Look at you, now look at us All my n***as look rich as f** All my n***as live rich as f** All my n***as look rich as f** Ey yo, f** all y'all b**hes Straight up Any b**h out there that ain't never wanna give me no p**y f** you in your a**hole b**h All my n***as live rich as f** All my n***as look rich as f** And your n***a a ho