Know the Rules

[Intro] Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity bounce, biggity bounce it Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity bounce, biggity bounce it Bounce it, biggity bounce, biggity bounce it [Verse 1: Tokyo Jetz] Ask my jeweler to flood my wrist, which one the boss? Well, I'm that bitch Hang with shooters, they gon' step From the field that boy like Steph Took a chance bet on myself, if he talk crazy on the net Twitter fingers ain't protected like a shower get 'em wet No back and forth, I swear, I mean it Tryna spazz, just need a reason Hе gon' step, don't need no molly He at church or at a party No peacе if I want beef, change my number tryna squash it Same whip just spinned your block, if you was smart, bitch, you'll watch it Call Chi-Chi, it's a problem Call him cleaner, he gon' mop it That boy got butterfingers When it's issues he gon' drop 'em Beat a bitch up out her bags, greenlight 'em at the spot Freaky bitches set 'em up, caught 'em lackin', gettin' top Bitch eat that dick up, no mistake, don't need no hiccup Probably need to watch my temper 'cause one call that boy gon' stick up Know niggas dead broke, that'll leave you dead, bro Give a fuck 'bout who you is, I put that on your dead folks, nigga [Chorus: T.I.] Okay, now ain't nobody playin', this some serious shit Know my independent bad bitches feel this shit Little girls ever wanna own businesses Well, Tokyo finna tell you what the business is [Post-Chorus: Tokyo Jetz] First off fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Ain't no conversation we don't mention names, ayy We keep 'em comin' while we runnin' for your jewels Steady gunnin', keep on bussin' at them fools, bitch you know the rules [Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz] I hate a pussy, I can see it in his face Make 'em beg me just to eat it, on his knees he say his grace Think it's sweet? They catch you with 'em, knock a bitch right out her lace Talk shit and back it up, geeked squad, I MAC them up I ain't worried 'bout no beef, bitch, I can walk through any spot I'ma sign 'em if they tweakin', I'm just tryna make 'em pop Hoes love throwin' subs, send a @ if you really with it Name droppin' in them songs, we know you ain't really spinnin', get from' round Bitch, you wear your Glock for dress up See me like a ghost, tell that bitch to pick his head up Had a baby in '19, 2020 ain't no let up Call whoever bet against me, tell that nigga it's a set up And fuck who ain't around, no regainin' my respect, hoe Moved to the burbs still plugged in the ghetto Real ass bitch get respected by the biggest Heard she dropped the line, I ain't trippin', she ain't with, fuck nigga [Chorus: T.I.] Okay, now ain't nobody playin', this some serious shit Know my independent bad bitches feel this shit Little girls ever wanna own businesses Well, Tokyo finna tell you what the business is [Post-Chorus: Tokyo Jetz] First off fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Ain't no conversation we don't mention names, ayy We keep 'em comin' while we runnin' for your jewels Steady gunnin', keep on bussin' at them fools, bitch you know the rules [Outro] You gotta fuckin' feel this shit, boy Bad boy Make money, make money, make money