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