Rule #1 (Explicit) - DDG/OG PARKER/Lil Yachty
Lyrics by：Darryl Granberry, Jr./Joshua Parker/Miles Parks McCollum/Dejavious Sheats/D'Andre Moore-Jackson
Composed by：Darryl Granberry, Jr./Joshua Parker/Miles Parks McCollum/Dejavious Sheats/D'Andre Moore-Jackson
DDG：
Young n***a rich as f**k
All these b***hes be fiending to get with us
I'ma pull with Yachty to pick em up
She gon run me some top in this Bentley truck
Come on baby get dressed put your titty up
She wanna ride me all night baby gitty up
I just bought me a Cuban for 50 bucks
I was down on my d**k they ain't pick me up
But as soon as I'm rich they gon hit me up
If this lil b***h is not thick she can't get me up
I do not wanna hit baby eat me up
Your new boyfriend a b***h he can't beat me up
Gang
Rule #1 if you live in the hood
When you get rich gotta move out the hood
I'm superstitious I'm knockin on wood
Pray for my n***as I hope that they good
I'm in the Yuris I'm doin the dash
Discounted features just pay me in cash
Get to the money I'm getting it fast
Money come first and these b***hes come Last
I'm in Atlanta I don't got no mask
I cannot f**k if she don't got no a*s
Cash in my pocket its making me sad
Outta my body I'm smoking that gas
Rich like I'm Roddy I'm geeked off a molly
I'm speeding down Holly I'm going to fast
Fly her to Bali she hot like tamale
This b***h getting naughty
She calling me dad
Lil Yachty：
Stepping on s**t Extra rounds in my mag
I'm on they neck like the dead in the rag
I f**ked her head we ain't givin no pass
Price of c*****e coming in thru the mask
New desert eagle the barrel was brass
Made more than your future made more than your last
We was the ones breaking rules showin a*s
Ya'll was the ones going broke looking sad
I know what they need
32 for the grabs
Thirty give him a cast hit him right in his a*s
Way too much money I hope that it lasts
Getting close I'ma blast
I'm boot I'm sippin that coop
We yelling out woot
Make the woop do a loop
Hit the boy hit his hood with a nuke
New truck son call it kali uch shh shh
DDG：
Rule #1 if you live in the hood
When you get rich gotta move out the hood
I'm superstitious I'm knockin on wood
Pray for my n***as I hope that they good
I'm in the Yuris I'm doin the dash
Discounted features just pay me in cash
Get to the money I'm getting it fast
Money come first and these b***hes come Last
N***as want smoke then we beating his a*s
I don't forget about s**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 h*es
Whole lotta n***as be praying I fold
Just made a song and its 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 doing and shaping 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 p***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 #1 if you live in the hood
When you get rich gotta move out the hood
I'm superstitious I'm knockin on wood
Pray for my n***as I hope that they good
I'm in the Yuris I'm doin the dash
Discounted features just pay me in cash
Get to the money I'm getting it fast
Money come first and these b***hes come Last
Rule #1 if you live in the hood
When you get rich gotta move out the hood
I'm superstitious I'm knockin on wood
Pray for my n***as I hope that they good
I'm in the Yuris I'm doin the dash
Discounted features just pay me in cash
Get to the money I'm getting it fast
Money come first and these b***hes come Last
