"I Am Not A Human Being II" (2013)

• IANAHB lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Curtains lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Boo)
• Days And Days lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)
• Gunwalk lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)
• No Worries lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Detail)
• Back To You lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Trigger Finger lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Soulja Boy)
• Beat The Shit lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gunplay)
• Rich As Fuck lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)
• Trippy lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Juicy J)
• Bitches Love Me (Good Kush & Alcohol) lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Drake & Future)
• Romance lyrics - Lil Wayne
• God Bless Amerika lyrics - Lil Wayne
• Wowzers lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Trina)
• Hello lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Shane Heyl)
• Lay It Down lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Nicki Minaj & Cory Gunz)
• Hot Revolver lyrics - Lil Wayne
• My Homies Still lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Big Sean)
• Shit Stains lyrics - Lil Wayne

IANAHB lyrics - Lil Wayne

I'm in the crib butt naked bitch

She said my dick could be the next black president

Americans hate the I'm American

Medicine, I treat it like peppermints

Uh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy

Shoot you in ya fuckin' mouth and make you talk to me

Sometimes I need someone to talk to

Cause I Am Not A Human Being... Part Two

Getting paid, show money for walkthroughs

Lettin' all these hoes ride my dick, car pools

My bars passed the bar exam, no law school

Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds

Uh, whatcha man doing?

I pop his muthafuckin' top like a canned good

And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed

And last night I took a transformer

And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron

But my girl, was sleeping with Decepticons

Money talks man and mine talk lecture long

P-U-S-S-Y... my second home

I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe

She say "Tunechi you the shit, you need your ass wiped"

I say "Before you gas me up, check the gas price"

Then I make her take this dick like advice

She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it

I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids

Jose Canseco, make no mistake

Like a white boy wearing black paint

You're a fake ass nigga

Break pads nigga... wait

You ain't in my weight class nigga

Lookin' for the muthafuckin' man in the mirror

Runnin' this shit like a faucet... Farrah

Barra... cuda, who the fuck you are?

I can make ya bitch root for me like I grew her

Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure

90 billions bitches on my dick like a skewer

That's swag, I'm a True Blood, bitch no fangs

Been went pro, now I'm going propane

Tell the bitch get off me, bitch get off me

I got her over here blowing me like coffee

Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated

And I get head while it's decapitated

Think it's a game nigga come play

I'm with my killer bees, fuck bug spray

Yeah, Young Money so gangsta, I personally know strangers

It's so strange but this girl named Dana, like to go anal

Shoot 'em in his head, what's that? A no brainer

Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm

I wear my heart on my sleeve so don't be breakin' my arm

I rather ring ya fuckin' neck before I ring the alarm

I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me alone

Wit 'em, I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair

Fuck with me, ya ass is grass... get a lawn chair

I was fucking before my dick started growin' hair

Bitches sweatin' me like John Mayer, or warm air

Man, nuts and bananas

You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?

If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble

No rubber... I just fucked this piano

Nigga

Curtains lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Boo)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]

I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous

And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy shit they doin'

I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish

I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't nervous

I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous

I got her workin, twerkin and slurping my sepernt

Ain't got no problems in this bitch-for certain

I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin

Just want some mouth and lip service

Yeah, I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Ok I'm straight action-no ricochet

That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a

I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid

Niggas cryin wolf, well I'll wipe them tears away

I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that work

They say the best things in life are free, that's why it cost for you to get get murked

And my pants saggin like fuck it I'm still on my business

Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions

Saw my enemy at the light, I told Marley light the weed

Then I lit them niggas up before that motherfucker turned green

Your bitch ride me like a go kart

I play that pussy like Mozart

I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they wordless

[Hook 1: Lil Wayne]

Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous

I said I swear to God I ain't nervous

I dont know, I swear to God I ain't nervous

And that pussy don't get purchased, ho

Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain

I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working

I like em long haired and curvy

And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

She say she love me, thats the molly talking

Her pussy so wet it keep sliding off it

She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch

I'm the original gangster, he the remix

Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?

I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor

And her birthday suit is her pajamas

She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner

I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner

I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him

I get Adam like Yolonda

Young Money Cash Money's Obama

Its fuck the world, no condom

If he twisted, I'll unwind him

And this pistol came with a silence

[Hook 2: Lil Wayne]

But I swear to God he heard it!

Yea, and I swear to God I ain't nervous

Na, I swear to God I ain't nervous

Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban

Ain't got no problems in this bitch and thats for certain

I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working

Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service

She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby

[Verse 3: Boo]

On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving

Game tight like virgins

I gotta bad bitch, she Persian

Call her AK when she's squirting

You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shit

As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit

Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies

Ain't got no worries like Tunechi

All my chicks be boogey, wanna hold hands then watch movies

I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it

Ain't no talking- lets get to it

Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing

Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous

I swear to god I ain't nervous

No, you know I swear to god I ain't nervous

I got her workin, twerkin and slurping

My serpent

Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain

You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a Missing Person

She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive

I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains

Ya

Days And Days lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither

You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers

Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers

Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeno

I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket

Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip

You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter

I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble

And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat

She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat

I go tape worm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho

Nigga we take turns in that ho, these niggas so green they glow

I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my chef cookin'

So big headed my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's lookin'

My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains

These nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes

Lil Tunechi

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

I might book me for a show

Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough

That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures

I like math, all I did was add bitches

Swagger galore, got your girl on all fours

It's not doggystyle, I call it froggystyle

You dog her out, I tell her, hop in

2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin

Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN

And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again

Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me

Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it

Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols

Last name Fuck, first name I Don't Give A

Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver

So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks

I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle pink

I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat

And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat

I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious

I'm so fuckin' hot I sssssss... I'ma need some more S's

Man I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch

That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle bitch

I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch

Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick

Cause I'm that nigga, and I'm so cold I just shivered

These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples

I pop a nigga like a sicle, drop a nigga like a missile

Mo' money mo' issues, I'll size you up and fit you

Tunechi

Gunwalk lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga

Leave that nigga with a toe tag nigga

Barrel so long, you can pole dance, nigga

Run up in ya house, where the dope at nigga

Murder she wrote on a notepad nigga

Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga

Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga

I walk around with this shotgun

And this bitch bigger than me nigga

Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth

Cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth nigga

Shoot 'em up, then leave nigga

I smell summer's eve nigga

We shoot first, it's better

To give than receive nigga

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Keep that ho shit over there

And we don't shoot in the air

I can't fuck with these niggas

Man these niggas gummy bears

Hair trigger on the gun

I pull that muthafucka hair

It's like man you can't trust nobody

I don't even have a trust fund

Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga

Don't duck, nigga, cause I duck hunt

Bitch rock with me, that Glock with me

That chopper with me, obviously

I'ma empty this muthafucka

That's fifty shots, approximately

Now fuck with me, get fucked over

Emergency room: rushed over

Hollow tips, in the clip

My gun loaded: yours sober

I pull yo card like a lawn mower

Fall back or I'm goin' forward

I see you got yo gun drawn

I send you back to the drawin' board

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]

Walkin' round this muhfucka limpin'

Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scotty Pippen's

On the molly and I'm twisted, throw ya body with the fishes

Double back around that corner and I'm bodying the witness

Uh, real niggas don't talk much, do drive by's and walk ups

Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw, star struck

I don't fuck with the lame niggas, I got good aim nigga

Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer

I'm still that same nigga, Eastside I rep that

Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left at

Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk

Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk

Gudda!

[Hook: Gudda Gudda]

I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

And there's no talkin' back when it go off

I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Speechless

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk

That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk

No Worries lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Detail)

[Hook: Detail]

You can look me in my face

I ain’t got no worries [3x]

See the sh-roomies keep me up

So I ain’t got no worries

I ain’t got no worries [2x]

You see money right there, yeah,

That’s Tunechi right there (turn up)

Yeah, that’s Mack Maine right there,

And we ain’t got no worries

You see pussy right there

Red bone mangoes right there

See them sh-roomies right there, yeah

We ain’t got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Tunechi in this bitch, everybody should be worried

Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried

And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant

Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private

Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers

Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us

And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek

All these bitches think they’re the shit, I sent them up shits creek

You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas

It’s OK if you turn up just don’t turn off my light years

All I know is I do it what I’m smoking I grew it

These are Blood gang Piru it, all rats gotta die even Stewart

On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch nigga

I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers

You don’t get dissed, you get disfigured

She say, "Sorry, I didn’t shave so that pussy is a little furry."

I put that pussy in my face

I ain’t got no worries

Tunechi

[Hook: Detail]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

We ain’t got no worries

She bad as a hooker, so she ain’t got no worries

She want me to eat her sugar. I say, "Why you in a hurry?"

She say, "Why you asking questions?" I say, "Bitch, you tryna be funny!"

Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that donkey kong

I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar

That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose

These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show

I swear I saw my hoe, I swear she was with my hoe

You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat

Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m out here, no worries no worries

I would talk about my dick, but man that shit'd be a long story

(Yeah, oh shit, uh huh, yeah, young mula, baby!)

[Hook: Detail]

Back To You lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Hook]

Now I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

And I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

[Verse 1]

She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs

She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi

But that's neither here nor there

She been contemplating short hair

She said she tryna be different

But she just like the rest of these bitches

But that's neither here nor there

And my dick is her chair

It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software

Got so many hoes, I'm ho'in, but she the only one worth knowin'

And yeah I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in

I ain't trippin', but she be trippin'

They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffin'

Look girl, just gimme that brain, and I'll return the favor

Them hoes say I'm a dog, but how come I don't chase 'em

I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up

I just wanted some time, she say "okay I'm ya honor"

But she been wantin' to break up, since Dolce and Gabbana

All that ass I just be like come sit yo groceries on my counter

I drink tea, she drink wine, call it Tijuana

I dyin' to meet a girl, but she want me to meet her momma

Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. 9

The weed is funky, but I'm smelling fine

Tunechi

[Hook]

Now I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

And I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

[Verse 2]

I got that shit in my system

Somebody gon' be my victim

Eh, so where you at wit' it

Cause I can't do it by myself, I need an ass-istant

I got that good good, that get right

That early morning, that midnight

I beat it up, like a fist fight

One, two, three, four, five, six nights

That dick all in yo windpipe

Some of her friends I dislike

Some of yo friends, they alright

Sometimes I think y'all all dykes

But fuck all that, I'm on one

Don't wanna be with the wrong one

That cold head, that warm tongue

My third leg run marathons

I feel you like I'm blind girl

Can't you see, it's meant to be

So come to me, then come for me

My game cold, one degree

I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company

One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee

I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps

No redlights, no stop signs, just get to Lil Tunechi

[Hook]

Now I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

And I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

[Verse 3]

Should I call somebody else?

Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself

Girl you know it need some help, it'll make a nigga's day

If you said you on your way, yeah

Should I call somebody else?

Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself

Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day

I just hope you know the way

And she said

[Hook]

Now I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

And I know the only compass that I need

Is the one, that leads back to you

Trigger Finger lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Soulja Boy)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I ain't lookin' back, nigga.

I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas.

Hammer in my draws but I nail yo bitch.

Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist.

Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.

Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.

Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.

I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire.

Life ain't shit but bitches and money.

I pass that weed, like I studied.

Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix.

Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic.

You tied to the track of my train of thoughts.

And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks.

And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei.

And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape.

Tools on deck, tattoos on necks.

Life is a bitch, I'll make her yo ex.

Better turn to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla.

How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea

Muthafucka it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong.

Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone.

I'll have a broke muthafucka run in ya home.

For a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome.

[Hook]

One in ya dome [x8]

Empty stomach, full clip.

I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.

Empty stomach, full clip.

I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid.

You ain't gon' hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play.

Ain't nun sweet but the codeine nigga.

Eyes hella red like chlorine nigga.

I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money.

Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan.

Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step.

Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights, make a left.

The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves.

I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words.

If she don't suck dick, I don't give her that dick.

Got the world in my hands, I'ma dribble that bitch.

Money is the issue, full court pressure.

I like my blunt, Nutty Professor.

I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver.

Hit you dead on the money now you dead on arrival.

I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.

But never too rich for new money.

These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.

Like two stomachs.

I'm laced up like two shoes, miss goody.

Keep that ratchet nigga.

Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch you nigga.

Blow yo fuckin' brains out in traffic nigga.

Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick nigga.

One bitch on the whip, one on the phone.

The one on the phone, is in front of ya home.

She 'bout to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome.

[Hook]

One in ya dome [x8]

Empty stomach, full clip.

I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.

Empty stomach, full clip.

I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

My trigger finger itchin'.

[Verse 3: Soulja Boy]

Rest in peace to the game cause I'm fresh to death.

Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill theyself.

Make yo death wish, cause I'm too fresh.

Cause I'm fresh to death, cause I'm fresh to death

You go broke tryna get fresh like this.

Rest in peace to the game cause I killed it.

I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death

What you talkin', I came out a coffin.

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

I just can't see myself, living in a house of mirrors.

I bought me a double R, cause I went from rags to riches.

And these niggas nag like bitches.

Actin' like little fags like Richard.

And all of my bitches be bad as vision

You got a problem I can fix it like a mathematician.

I ammunition, call me ammo for short.

Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts.

Ya girl is a freak, ya man is a narc.

Put ya son in ya arm, or put one in ya dome.

One in ya dome...

Beat The Shit lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. Gunplay)

[Hook]

Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone

And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga

Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit

So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga

I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

[Verse 1: Gunplay]

I'm a knuckle-throwin' knucklehead

What that motherfucker said?

Bring that ruckus up in here

Throwin' bottles, chuckin' chairs

Got the pretty models duckin', breakin' heels and chippin' nails

Turn around and go right back to breakin' down my cigarillo

Comin' up with Suga Hill, slidin' down in somethin' new

Smelling Gin and jungle juice, and I got that lumber too

And I brought a fuckin' zoo, tear this shit up and chuck a deuce

This triple C, they Triple L, lames love to lose

A hundred million in my horoscope, 'bout to show you a horror show

Boot you fuckin' head off your collar bone

Them niggas [?] bums flinchin' at the sight of arms

Pussy niggas ain't eatin', but we fry the farm

Beat a nigga down 'til he left without a vital sign

[Hook]

Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone

And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga

Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit

So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga

I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I run off in your fuckin' shit, damn, now I got shit stains

All these fuckin' tattoos, and I ain't got one bitch name

Got a pocket full of ass-whoopings, I'm givin' 'em out like nicknames

What's up with your fist game?

You'll catch a hook - fish hang

Watch me cock the Nina, call that rough sex

Knock your head off, you just a rough neck

And if I'm shootin' at ya, nigga, all net

Ain't no world peace, just Ron Artest

Dick-in-the-booty-ass nigga

Die-quicker-than-move-your-ass nigga

Extra-fruit-in-the-smoothie-ass nigga

Get beat like a drum, music class, nigga

Life is a gamble, dyin' is your best bet

Got a scope on the pistol, give your ass fresh breath

Give my fist a kiss, nigga

[Hook]

Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone

And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga

Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit

So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga

I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

What's really good, nigga? I'm feelin' good, nigga

Rest in peace lil' Wesley Wes

A pussy-ass nigga always kill a good nigga

I'm high as Heaven, I'll pop the reverend and stop the wedding

Got more money than memories in the bank, don't forget it

Clean 'em up my team is up, I'm high as Scotty, beam me up

They say we all gotta pay the price

Fuck it, man - ring me up

Fuckin' right I skate, ho - pussy is my scapegoat

And all these pussy-ass niggas that's hatin', kiss my ass, besos

I'm a genius, take notes - I'll split your egg to the egg yolk

I'll be dead before I be dead broke

Still burn money, my bread toast

Fuck it, if you got it, spend it, nigga

But just keep your two pennies, nigga

Start shit and I'll end it, nigga

Don't open your mouth, I'm a dentist, nigga

Lil' Tunechi... give my fist a kiss, nigga...

[Outro]

So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga

I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga

Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone

I'll bring it to your chest, make you king me like Kong, my nigga

What you drink in this bitch?

I'll give you a whole bottle of it to your face, nigga

Rich As Fuck lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Verse 1: 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, 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, fuck talking, we out here we ballin

And I'm spraying that on these rusty niggas like WD40

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 fuck Gucci

She's blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches

And that's 2 Chainz.

[Hook]

Look at you

Now look at us

All my niggas look rich as fuck

All my niggas look 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 look rich as fuck

All my niggas look rich as fuck

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

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 insurances

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

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

Cuz yall 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 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.

[Hook]

Look at you

Now look at us

All my niggas look rich as fuck

All my niggas look 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 look rich as fuck

All my niggas look rich as fuck