Lyrics:

Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig latin I turned the pen into 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 insurance Ho, whats yo name whats 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 huh 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 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 food fight And that's 2 Chainz 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 Look at you, now look at us All my niggas look rich as fuck All my niggas live rich as fuck 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, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tight rope 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 WD-40 We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if's and's or butt fucks Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks 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's blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches And that's 2 Chainz 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 Ey yo, fuck all y'all bitches Straight up Any bitch out there that ain't never wanna give me no pussy Fuck you in your asshole bitch All my niggas live rich as fuck All my niggas look rich as fuck And your nigga a ho