Cookie Money - Rules To Hustlin' lyrics

[Hook] Pistols? We pop em' Bricks? We cop em' We break em' down and send them to the block and let the junkies rock em' Money? We get it And real n***as flippin' We kickin' a little knowledge so you young n***as get it From the streets to the cells, you better play this game right Cause' one false move man that sh**'ll make you lose your life There's rules to this hustlin' cause' n***as come from strugglin' and all we know is bubblin' [Verse 1] In the morning I wake up Then I roll an eighth up My b**h put on her makeup cause' it's time to get our cake up Its fast life we livin', no time for chillin' Its a hundred plus k**ings and I'm out here ducking prison cause' I got a Glock on my lap Lil Cook from the trap And I made it out that b**h and them n***as gone like that So they pillow talking with b**hes The workers turned to snitches But all my clips extended if you want it come and get it And I ain't running from no problems and I ain't duckin' none either But before you start that violence n***a gotta get your cheese up In the town right now, a choppa cost a rack and I'm prepared to spend this bread to put a n***a on his back So I have Lil J in the room now I got some problems I'm coming to get you I got my chopper you got your block n***a we sliding through to k** you We brothers but from different mothers bang for blocks f** colors my n***as about trouble You ain't on my side f** em' [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm balling on they b**h a** I got these n***as so mad That Lamborghini so fast You f**ing with a top hat I break bread with k**ers My daddy was a dealer and I only f** with strippers you don't know a n***a realer I was the first on 22's, the first on 24's the youngest in this foreign sh**, liftin' Lambo doors Gold round my name n***a bring your resume wit'chu I didn't see you in the streets when I was in the rain gettin' it And I got it out the mud I was sittin' on a pillow slidin' in the sideshow when n***as rolled on dubs You ain't in my league, I don't f** with scrubs You the type of n***a wait in line to get in club I pop bottles and stunt It's Cookie Money n***a Went from sellin' dope to sellin' hoes now a n***a eatin' off [?] From projects to private jets while you n***as is still loco Money got me goin' loco don't get shot by this 4-4 [Hook]