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Mir Fontane My Favorite Rule




[Chorus:]
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind, act a fool, yeah
Getting all this paper like it's back to school, yeah
When I get the bag, I flood all my jewels, yeah
Money over bitches, that's my favorite rule, yeah
We smoking gas, smell like ((ooh-ooh))
Counting up the cash, I'm like ((ooh-ooh))
Hit it from the back, she like ((ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh))

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, been thinking ‘bout that pussy all day
Please don't fall asleep because I'm on my way
Warm it up for me, put it on a plate
Got that Hulk up in my cup, he help me activate
Bet my pictures on the Gram, they help you masturbate
I've got shooters on my team and they won't hesitate
Drop it down, yeah, perc-percolate
I'm so cold, I bet my neighbors think I'm selling weight
When I was down, niggas ain't f..ck with us
I had to leave the $ide to get my money up
Broke as a joke, they made fun of us
Came up from the bottom like an uppercut
My weed strong, it be too tough
You broke niggas smoking poop butt
Somebody lied if they said I was scared of ya
Waiting for a reason to get out of character

[Chorus:]
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind, act a fool, yeah
Getting all this paper like it's back to school, yeah
When I get the bag, I flood all my jewels, yeah
Money over bitches, that's my favorite rule, yeah
We smoking gas, smell like ((ooh-ooh))
Counting up the cash, I'm like ((ooh-ooh))
Hit it from the back, she like ((ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh))

[Bridge:]
When I was down, niggas ain't f..ck with us
I had to leave the $ide to get my money up
Broke as a joke, they made fun of us
Came up from the bottom like an uppercut
My weed strong, it be too tough
You broke niggas smoking poop butt
Somebody lied if they said I was scared of ya
Waiting for a reason to get out of character

[Chorus:]
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind, act a fool, yeah
Getting all this paper like it's back to school, yeah
When I get the bag, I flood all my jewels, yeah
Money over bitches, that's my favorite rule, yeah
We smoking gas, smell like ((ooh-ooh))
Counting up the cash, I'm like ((ooh-ooh))
Hit it from the back, she like ((ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh))



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