Culdesac - QUE.

Money my religion nigga know that

Dollar sign now my zodiac

Rolex same color cognac

Got mud on the Louis V doormat

Whole bunch of whips in the cul-de-sac

I’m a dirty ass nigga like a mole rat

Jewelry hanging off a nigga like a coat rack

Friendly ass hoe get no daps

Money that’s a young nigga’s ???

Tryna run it up I’m tryna load it like P Diddy

Glock four five in the bed I sleep with it

Come in my shit bet you leave with some teeth missing

Jewelry hanging down like a bitch titties after she done breastfed

Racks got me walking like I got a fake left leg

I just want some money like a motherfuckin' meth-head

(Pew pew pew) Put a nigga on the deathbed

Holy moly guacamole

Rollie on me and its golden

Sipping purple potion got me slowed up like a roly poly

Smoking Obi-Wan Kenobi

Jedi kush and I’m choking

Roast a broke nigga taking pictures, talking and the hoe’in

That’s the type of shit that we do

You get money?

Nigga me too

What, you want her back?

Then I can make your bitch a up and leave you

Diamonds make it hard to see you

.223 and up when we shoot

Down a hundred thousand when ???

Money my religion nigga know that

Dollar sign now my zodiac

Rolex same color cognac

Got mud on the Louis V doormat

Whole bunch of whips in the cul-de-sac

I’m a dirty ass nigga like a mole rat

Jewelry hanging off a nigga like a coat rack

Friendly ass hoe get no daps

Just a young, rich, high-class lowlife

I fuck with all hoes ain’t got no type

Hit the jewelry store and got some more ice

Now my whole body lit up like a strobelight

Post up at Dior, pour a whole pint

Spot filled up with bows and Snow White

Remember when I the 'fro like Dolemite

Now me and money married, made my hoe throw the rice

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dope and money on my ???

Pourin' fours up in orange soda like he in the can

Bringing truckloads in like I got my city yeah

Gotcha baby mama sniffing dope from out my fingernails

Ring around the rosy, stones all in my ring and Rollie

Posted up ???

at the telly with a gang of hoes

Run it through em', drop it through em'

Damn I got the bases loaded

Might go get an old school, try to throw some gains on it

Money my religion nigga know that

Dollar sign now my zodiac

Rolex same color cognac

Got mud on the Louis V doormat

Whole bunch of whips in the cul-de-sac

I’m a dirty ass nigga like a mole rat

Jewelry hanging off a nigga like a coat rack

Friendly ass hoe get no daps