Rules

Rule one, never fuck a thug bitch A thug bitch be the same as a slut bitch Gang you up, then they might fall in love, bitch Leave you stuck now, you lookin' like a dumb bitch Rule two, you need to get yo' money up It's like rule one, but actin' funny, huh Test her, see how fast the money come If she ain't bringing in the funds, find another one Rule three, stop flexin' on the gram Stop dm'ing me them dumbass scams We ain't homies, we ain't partners, you ain't fam Free my nigga Kay-Arb out the motherfucking jam Rule four, stop buying all them chains Get yo' mama outta debt, make it rain Put her in a house, in a car, anything We do it to get money, money nigga fuck the fame Rule 5, never tell lies If you gon' ride for a nigga, better slide My enemies' yo' enemies Never switch sides, never fill a dark That's a snake in the skies Rule six, don't trust shit Don't even trust yo' main homie or a bitch Money change everything, that shit hella sick Keep a player all the time, so you won't get bit Rule seven, you better run it up If any nigga need a fade, you better squabble up It's 2018, better keep a thang tucked Take all back fades, be quick to line it up Rule 8, never turn fake Keep everything silent, remain straight Be a man better take her on a date At the end of the night, put that thang on my face