Bas - 3 Rules lyrics

[Intro] It's Bas, It's Bas Super Mooking Fiends, Super Mooking Fiends [Verse 1] Hello, I'm back again Money under mattresses Flying over atlases First-cla**, so to see Turned into some mattresses All my n***as down When my n***as in the deficit, blowing out the pound Cause my n***as depressed and sh** Money is the issue, Ha Right up of the press and hit every corner Hopping out her dress, and I barely know her Maybe Mama didn't show her, Papa wouldn't hold her I show her sh** she's never seen, I'm the wick Dip inside her kerosene, You ain't special, must be on that Ketamine On my level, b**h I'm so serene, sureal Mooking with the Fiends, oh foreal [Chorus] 3 Rules that I follow [Under transcription]