Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Rich as Fuck’ 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 nightstand, 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 tightrope
And I make that pussy tapout, 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, f*ck talkin’, we out here, we ballin’
And I’m spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40
We fucked up, we Truk’d up, no if, ands, or butt-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, 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!
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
Never talk to the cops, I don’t speak Pig Latin
I turnt a penny to a motherfuckin’ 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? 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 sellin’ all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat-ass TV screen
I keep a bad bitch, call me the B.B. King
And you know I got that mouth out her
Then 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
Since y’all motherfuckers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don’t care who’s lookin’
All I know is I love my bitch
And pussy feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, dick shovelin’ 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 eatin’ 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
All my niggas live rich as f*ck
All my niggas look rich as f*ck!
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 ho