Casino Rules And Regulations (Ft. Future)
[Hook]
First you get the quarter
Then you get the water and you whip it 'til it's harder
Second-guess a pound, and then they get the spot split up
Curl up all your dough and then you trap it 'til it's hot
Third, get that chopper, look out for them robbers
If a nigga want it with ya make him scream like an opera
All these bitch niggas, they haters – these bitches, they can be haters
It's the rules and regulations when you get to that paper
Paper, paper, paper...
These the rules and regulations when you get to that paper
Paper, paper, paper...
These the rules and regulations when you get to that paper
Paper, paper, paper...
[Verse 1]
...mixing baking soda with that water
Standing at the stove, you know I whip it 'til it's harder
Hit the corner, stay down 'til your money can't fold
Go and buy a chopper just in case the robbers on patrol
f..ck hangin' with these niggas 'cause they be tryna set you up
I sold it by myself, stayed down, and I ran it up
Keep some workers in the spot – keep some shooters in the spot
Keep some weed in the spot – keep some crack in the spot
Locked down the whole block, you've got to come and f..ck with me
Anything you need, you know I got it for the cheap
You got an application? Fill it out, I'll put you in the spot
Teach you how to get that money, show you how to sell the block
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
...a problem in the street, they don't understand, it's got rules
The problem with these young niggas
is they don't understand paying dues
Want to jump in and out of Coupes, but I ain't sold the whole thing
I moves all my weight, I call it musclecaine
I ride through everywhere, I keep that chopper thing
For them... he's gon' draw, like Kurt Cobain
He got jammed, didn't snitch, shout-out to my runner
Three things that I live by: hoes, drugs, money
Pick any nigga out any 'hood, they ain't f..ckin' with me
I ain't got no worries...
Get 'em out the street!
[Hook]
