Correction Lyrics Rule #1 by Lil Yachty

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Lyrics

OG Parker

Young n***a rich as f**k
All these b*t*hes be fiending to get with us
I'ma pull up with Yachty to pick 'em up
She gon' run me some top in this Bentley truck (Top)
Come on, baby, get dressed, put your titty up
She wanna ride me all night, baby, giddy up (Hmm)
I just bought me a Cuban for fifty bucks
I was down on my d**k, they ain't pick me up (Whew)
But as soon as I'm rich, they gon' hit me up
If this lil' b*t*h is not thick, she can't get me up (Hm)
I do not wanna hit, baby, eat me up (Nah)
Your new boyfriend a b*t*h, he can't beat me up (Gang)

Rule number one if you live in the hood
When you gеt rich gotta move out the hood (Mm, mm)
I'm superstitious, I'm knockin' on wood
Pray for my n***as, I hopе that they good (Gang)
I'm in the Urus, I'm doin the dash (Dash, dash)
Discounted feature, just pay me in cash (Shh)
Get to the money, I'm gettin' it fast (Gang)
Money come first and these b*t*hes come last (Cash, cash)

I'm in Atlanta, I don’t got no mask
I cannot f**k if she don’t got no ass
Cash in my pocket, its making me sag
Outta my body, I'm smoking that gas
Rich like I'm Roddy, I geek off a molly
I'm speedin' down Holly, I'm goin' too fast
Fly her to Bali, she hot like tamale
This b*t*h getting naughty
She calling me dad

Stepping on sh*t, extra rounds in my mag (Go, go, go)
I'm on they neck, like the dirt on a rag
I f**ked her head, we ain't givin no pass (Brr)
Price of codeine comin' in thru the mask (Go)
New Desert Eagle, the barrel was brass (Mm, mm, mm)
Make more than your future, make more than your last
We was the ones breaking rules, showin' ass
Y'all was the ones going broke, looking sad (Go)
I know what they need, thirty-two for the grass
Thirty give him a cast, hit him right in his ass (Brr)
Way too much money, I hope that it lasts (Go)
FN on me, get close, I'ma blast
I'm boot, I'm sippin' that coop
We yelling out "Woo"
Make the woop do a loop (Damn)
Hit that boy hood, hit his hood with a nuke
New truck, same color Kali Uchis (Damn, damn)

n***as want smoke, then we beating his ass
I don’t forget about sh*t in the past
Lately, I feel like I been in my bag
And now all of my enemies going out sad
We in they city, we takin they hoes
Whole lotta n***as be praying I fold
Just made a song and it's already gold
Mansion is gated up, I cannot make it up
Soon as I'm waking up, I get the bacon up
They wanna see how I'm doin' and shapin' up
They wanna see the whole plan and then break it up
I had gave you the sauce then you gave it up
If I do take a loss, I'ma make it up
She had showed me the pu**y, I ate it up
I'ma fly her to Cuba and shape her up
She wanna get a new booty, she fake enough

Rule number one, if you live in the hood
When you get rich, gotta move out the hood (Mm, mm)
I'm superstitious, I'm knockin' on wood
Pray for my n***as, I hope that they good (Gang)
I'm in the Urus, I'm doin the dash (Dash, dash)
Discounted feature, just pay me in cash (Shh)
Get to the money, I'm getting it fast (Gang)
Money come first and these b*t*hes come last (Cash)
Rule number one, if you live in the hood
When you get rich, gotta move out the hood (Mm, mm)
I'm superstitious, I'm knockin' on wood
Pray for my n***as, I hope that they good (Gang)
I'm in the Urus, I'm doin the dash (Dash, dash)
Discounted feature, just pay me in cash (Shh)
Get to the money, I'm getting it fast (Gang)
Money come first and these b*t*hes come last (Cash, cash)

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