[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig Latin
I turn the penny to a motherf*cking Janet Jackson

Tell the b*tches 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 b*tches 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 !@%$, flat $$# TV screen

I keep a bad b*tch, call me the BB King
You know I got that mouth out her
And 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 $$# b*tch with a red $$# #~!!@

N*gga try me, that's a dead $$# #~!!@
Cuz y'all motherf*ckers 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*tch
That #~!!@ feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, d*ck shovel in the dirt

R.I.P. - Rest in #~!!@
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 #~!!@ n*ggas

That's that sh*t I don't like
We eating over here n*gga
F*ck 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 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]
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, bullsh*t walks on a motherf*cking tightrope
And I make that #~!!@ tap out, I knock that #~!!@ 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 d*ck and stay on, all night like porch lights

Let's do it, f*ck talking, we out here we ballin'
And I'm spraying that on these rusty n*ggas like WD40
We f*cked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands or but f*cks

B*tch n*ggas go behind yo 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 'em hoes I pluck feathers

I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, f*ck Gucci
She's blowing kisses at me with her #~!!@ lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz...


[Hook: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne (x2)]
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