F.O.H lyrics

[Intro:French Montana]
All my n*ggas sell cooocaine,oooo

[Hook]
Money make the rules, bad b*tches get to choosin'
Talkin' bout that money all my n*ggas make a movie
b*tch I seen them tricks before, f*ck outta here
n*gga I seen yo type before, f*ck outta here
Them n*ggas say we can't what? f*ck outta here
Them b*tches say they don't what? f*ck 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
f*ck outta here
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
f*ck outta here
Money makes the rules, money, money make the rules
f*ck outta here

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
You don't make no money you don't make no rules either
Real n*ggas gettin' chicken, that's the fools beefin'
Rule number one, never tell a chick you need her
Number two, she should never bite the di*k that feed her
Don't make me introduce your b*tch to this fly sh*t
Have her callin' your sh*t my sh*t
Give her di*k, 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' n*gga you was hot in '97
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[Verse 2: French Montana]
Money make the rules all my n*ggas make the movies
Once them b*tches choose she bust it open like an Uzi
Shoes 2 thou a pair, and that clear pool, 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 b*tches they love it, a bunch of young n*ggas thuggin'
I don't be askin' all questions, I just tell her go bust it
Like wide open, all my n*ggas gettin' high smokin'
If you hatin' eat a di*k with your eyes open
Montana, Oscar Rob n*gga, that's like 2.5 in that garage n*gga

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