Future - Break the Rules lyrics

Stashed a half a million dollars in
The closet like some shoes
Stashed a half a million dollars in
The closet like some shoes
I got all types of bitches and
They're ready to break the rules
Break the rules for a killer
Break the rules for a dealer
Break the rules for a boss
Make the rules for a nigga break the rules
Half a million dollars in the
Closet in the stash, like some shoes
Break the rules

Cookin' dope, breakin' rules, whip it back
Make her choose
Flippin' packs of Peru, can't push that
That's a juug
Sellin' dope at the school just
To go get the Jordans
Gotta go get the socks
Comin' up off of rocks
Never talk back to cops
Comin' up with scenarios
A dope sale opens plenty doors
Fish scale with the odor
I'm servin' that Lamar Odom
Fuck bitches look like Kardashian
This the type of shit I be on
Sellin' ki's off any phone
Pickin' up on the ringer
Diamonds all on my finger
Got a half a ticket in singles
Tippin' stacks on the stripper pole
Drankin' codeine, nigga pourin' 4's
Ballin' hard, nigga, derrick Rose
Out my trap spot, 24s, we open up
We don't ever close

Stashed a half a million dollars in
The closet like some shoes
Stashed a half a million dollars in
The closet like some shoes
I got all types of bitches and
They're ready to break the rules
Break the rules for a killer
Break the rules for a dealer
Break the rules for a boss
Make the rules for a nigga break the rules
Half a million dollars in the
Closet in the stash, like some shoes
Break the rules

Got that Spur, Future Water
What about some Bentley Coupe
They can't compare you, Future
Now you buy 'em out of tools
You got your barrel Future
Promise me you'll never snooze
400 racks in a Nike box, no shoes
A hundred racks inside my pocket
I'm tryna spend it now
A half a ticket in the parkin' lot
I'm in it now a bunch of dead faces
Then we put 'em in the ground
Pour up the medication in the
Sprite and stir it 'round
Aye fuck my registration
I'm in them paper tags now
I'm crazier than a mental patient
Fillin' up that stash now
Can't think about my past now
All I'm thinkin' is cash now
Hit 'em up and stick 'em up
And takin' off my mask now

Stashed a half a million dollars in
The closet like some shoes
Stashed a half a million dollars in
The closet like some shoes
I got all types of bitches and
They're ready to break the rules
Break the rules for a killer
Break the rules for a dealer
Break the rules for a boss
Make the rules for a nigga break the rules
Half a million dollars in the
Closet in the stash, like some shoes
Break the rules