作词 : D. Carter/T. Epps/T. Williams/N. Seetharam
作曲 : D. Carter/T. Epps/T. Williams/N. Seetharam
Ugh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible
But I swear, with these fifty shots, I'll shoot it out with Five-O
Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo
Money talks, bullshit walks on a mother****ing tightrope
And I make that ***** tap out, I knock that ***** 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 **** and stay on, all night, like porch lights
Let's do it, **** talking, we out here, we ballin'
And I'm spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40
We ****ed up, we Truk'd up; no if, ands, or butt-****s
***** niggas go behind your back like nunchucks, and that's ****ed up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever
These ******* think they're too fly, well, tell them hoes I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, **** Gucci
She blowing kisses at me with her ***** lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz
Look at you (Aw), now look at us
All my niggas look rich as **** (Yeah)
All my niggas live rich as **** (Yeah)
All—All my niggas look rich as **** (Yeah)
Look at you (Look at you), now look at us (Now look at us)
All my niggas look rich as **** (*****)
All my—All my niggas live rich as **** (You hoe-ass bi—)
All my—All—All my ni—
Ugh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin
I turned a penny to a mother****in Janet Jackson
Tell the ******* that be hatin' I ain't got no worries
I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance, ho
What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah, murder, one-eighty-seven
I be killing them *******, I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got Xanax, Percocet, promethazine with *******
Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin' all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big *******, flat-ass, TV screen
I keep a bad *****, call me "The B.B. King"
And you know I got that mouth out her
Then put that ***** 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, ugh
Got a red-ass ***** with a red-ass *****
Nigga try me, that's a dead-ass *****
Since y'all mother****ers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don't care who's lookin'
All I know is I love my *****
And ***** feel just like Heaven on Earth
Six feet deep, **** shovelin' the dirt
RIP: Rest In *****
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 ***** niggas—that's that shit I don't like
We eatin' over here, nigga—**** around and have a food fight
And that's 2 Chainz
Look at you (Uh), now look at us (Yeah)
All my niggas look rich as **** (What?)
All my niggas live rich as **** (What?)
All-all my niggas look rich as **** (Yeah)
Look at you, now look at us (Get the **** out y'all *******, straight up)
All my niggas look rich as **** (Any ***** who don't wanna give me no *****)
All my-all my niggas live rich as **** (**** you in your *******, *****)
All my-all-all my niggas look rich as ****
And your nigga a hoe
[00:00.000] 作词 : D. Carter/T. Epps/T. Williams/N. Seetharam
[00:01.000] 作曲 : D. Carter/T. Epps/T. Williams/N. Seetharam
[00:14.190]Ugh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible
[00:18.432]But I swear, with these fifty shots, I'll shoot it out with Five-O
[00:21.949]Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo
[00:25.432]Money talks, bullshit walks on a mother****ing tightrope
[00:29.182]And I make that ***** tap out, I knock that ***** out cold
[00:32.705]Nigga, you get beat the crap out, but that's just how the dice roll
[00:36.444]These hoes want that hose-pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe
[00:39.933]She get on that **** and stay on, all night, like porch lights
[00:43.695]Let's do it, **** talking, we out here, we ballin'
[00:47.194]And I'm spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40
[00:50.691]We ****ed up, we Truk'd up; no if, ands, or butt-****s
[00:54.435]***** niggas go behind your back like nunchucks, and that's ****ed up
[00:58.145]But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever
[01:01.901]These ******* think they're too fly, well, tell them hoes I pluck feathers
[01:05.389]I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, **** Gucci
[01:08.884]She blowing kisses at me with her ***** lips, smooches
[01:12.890]And that's 2 Chainz
[01:13.888]Look at you (Aw), now look at us
[01:18.393]All my niggas look rich as **** (Yeah)
[01:21.888]All my niggas live rich as **** (Yeah)
[01:25.394]All—All my niggas look rich as **** (Yeah)
[01:28.389]Look at you (Look at you), now look at us (Now look at us)
[01:32.894]All my niggas look rich as **** (*****)
[01:36.388]All my—All my niggas live rich as **** (You hoe-ass bi—)
[01:39.638]All my—All—All my ni—
[01:41.406]Ugh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin
[01:44.887]I turned a penny to a mother****in Janet Jackson
[01:48.396]Tell the ******* that be hatin' I ain't got no worries
[01:52.158]I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance, ho
[01:56.869]What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac Killer
[02:00.617]All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
[02:04.379]Yeah, murder, one-eighty-seven
[02:06.862]I be killing them *******, I hope all dogs go to heaven
[02:10.378]And I got Xanax, Percocet, promethazine with *******
[02:14.619]Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin' all these hoes dreams
[02:18.113]Got a white girl with big *******, flat-ass, TV screen
[02:21.860]I keep a bad *****, call me "The B.B. King"
[02:25.610]And you know I got that mouth out her
[02:27.365]Then put that ***** out like a house fire
[02:29.114]I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers
[02:30.859]I eat that cat just like a lion
[02:32.614]And I can't trust none of these niggas
[02:34.363]Can't trust none of these hoes
[02:36.306]And I see your girl when I want
[02:38.054]I got that ho TiVo'd, ugh
[02:40.059]Got a red-ass ***** with a red-ass *****
[02:41.806]Nigga try me, that's a dead-ass *****
[02:43.559]Since y'all mother****ers so blind to the fact
[02:45.308]To tell you the truth, I don't care who's lookin'
[02:47.308]All I know is I love my *****
[02:49.049]And ***** feel just like Heaven on Earth
[02:50.805]Six feet deep, **** shovelin' the dirt
[02:52.564]RIP: Rest In *****
[02:54.822]Light that shit, then pass that shit, we gon' get so smoked out
[02:58.061]And then I went, got locked up; every night, I dreamt I broke out
[03:01.803]One time for them ***** niggas—that's that shit I don't like
[03:05.316]We eatin' over here, nigga—**** around and have a food fight
[03:09.061]And that's 2 Chainz
[03:10.055]Look at you (Uh), now look at us (Yeah)
[03:14.559]All my niggas look rich as **** (What?)
[03:18.312]All my niggas live rich as **** (What?)
[03:21.516]All-all my niggas look rich as **** (Yeah)
[03:24.559]Look at you, now look at us (Get the **** out y'all *******, straight up)
[03:29.257]All my niggas look rich as **** (Any ***** who don't wanna give me no *****)
[03:32.251]All my-all my niggas live rich as **** (**** you in your *******, *****)
[03:36.213]All my-all-all my niggas look rich as ****
[03:38.753]And your nigga a hoe