[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig Latin
I turn the penny to a motherfucking Janet Jackson
Tell the bit**es that be hatin' I ain't got no worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurances
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 bit**es 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 a** TV screen
I keep a bad bitch, call me the BB King
You know I got that mouth out her
And put that b***h 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 ni**as
Can't trust none of these hoes
And I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd
Got a red a** b***h with a red a** pussy
Nigga try me, that's a dead a** pussy
Cuz 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 sh*t 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 ni**as
That's that sh*t I don't like
We eating over here ni**a
F**k around and have a food fight
And that's 2 Chainz...

[Hook: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne (x2)]
Look at you
Now look at us
All my ni**as look rich as fuck
All my ni**as live rich as fuck
All my ni**as look rich as fuck

[Verse 2: 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 tightrope
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, f**k talking, we out here we ballin'
And I'm spraying that on these rusty ni**as like WD40
We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands or but fucks
Bi**h ni**as go behind yo back like nunchucks and that's fucked up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my ni**as down for whatever
These bit**es think they're too fly, well tell 'em hoes I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, f**k Gucci
She's blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz...

[Hook: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne (x2)]