Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Rich As F*** [Album Version (Edited)]’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Uh, AK on my night stand, right next to that 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 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
Lets do it, f*ck 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 ands or but 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 em hoes I pluck feathers
I’m Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit f*ck 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 f*ck
All my niggas live rich as f*ck
All my niggas look rich as f*ck, yeah
Look at you (Look at you) Now look at us (Now look at us)
All my niggas look rich as f*ck, bitch
All my niggas live rich as f*ck, you hoe ass bitch
All my
Uh, 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 insurance
Ho, what’s 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
And 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 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 dont like
We eating over here nigga, f*ck around and have a food fight
And that’s 2 Chainz
Look at you, now look at us
All my niggas look rich as f*ck (what)
All my niggas live rich as f*ck (what)
All my niggas look rich as f*ck, yeah
Look at you, now look at us
All my niggas look rich as f*ck
All my niggas live rich as f*ck
All my niggas look rich as f*ck
And your nigga a hoe