DJ Prostyle – F.O.H lyrics

All my niggas sell cocaine
Ayo Prosyle we got one

Money make the rules, bad bitches get to choosin'
Talkin' bout that money all my niggas make a movie
Bitch I seen them tricks before, fuck outta here
Nigga I seen yo type before, fuck outta here
Them niggas say we can't what? Fuck outta here
Them bitches say they don't what? Fuck outta here
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it wide open
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it wide open
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
Fuck outta here
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
Fuck outta here
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
Fuck outta here
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
Fuck outta here

You don't make no money you don't make no rules either
Real niggas gettin' chicken, that's the fools beefin'
Rule number one, never tell a chick you need her
Number two, she should never bite the dick that feed her
Don't make me introduce your bitch to this fly shit
Have her callin' your shit my shit
Give her dick, and maybe something nice
That head off the chain, Jesus Christ
My company is loyal, hoes are bad for business
My lil homie bust the .40 like Caine in Menace
Never mind a hater, hater on my mind, never
Stop flexin' nigga you was hot in '97

Money make the rules, bad bitches get to choosin'
Talkin' bout that money all my niggas make a movie
Bitch I seen them tricks before, fuck outta here
Nigga I seen yo type before, fuck outta here
Them niggas say we can't what? Fuck outta here
Them bitches say they don't what? Fuck outta here
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it wide open
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it wide open
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
Fuck outta here
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
Fuck outta here
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
Fuck outta here
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
Fuck outta here

Money make the rules all my niggas make the movies
Once them bitches choose she bust it open like an Uzi
Shoes 2 thou a pair, and that Clearport I'm there
You won't get none of this money
But these hot shells I share
And I live by them houses
That's right by them mountains
I just caught that lick
It took me three days to count it
Them bitches they love it
A bunch of young niggas thuggin'
I don't be askin' all questions
I just tell her go bust it
Like wide open, all my niggas gettin' high smokin'
If you hatin' eat a dick with your eyes open
Montana, Oscar Rob nigga
That's like 2.5 in that garage nigga

Money make the rules, bad bitches get to choosin'
Talkin' bout that money all my niggas make a movie
Bitch I seen them tricks before, fuck outta here
Nigga I seen yo type before, fuck outta here
Them niggas say we can't what? Fuck outta here
Them bitches say they don't what? Fuck outta here
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it wide open
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it wide open
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
Fuck outta here
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
Fuck outta here
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
Fuck outta here
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
Fuck outta here