Sonny Digital - Culdesac lyrics

Sonny Digital [Hook] Money my religion n***a 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 a** n***a like a mole rat Jewelry hanging off a n***a like a coat rack Friendly a** hoe get no daps [Verse 1] Money that's a young n***a'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 sh** bet you leave with some teeth missing Jewelry hanging down like a b**h titties after she done breastfed Racks got me walking like I got a fake left leg I just want some money like a motherf**in' meth-head (Pew pew pew) Put a n***a on the d**hbed 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 n***a taking pictures, talking and the hoe'in That's the type of sh** that we do You get money? n***a me too What, you want her back? Then I can make your b**h a up and leave you Diamonds make it hard to see you .223 and up when we shoot Down a hundred thousand when ?????? [Hook] Money my religion n***a 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 a** n***a like a mole rat Jewelry hanging off a n***a like a coat rack Friendly a** hoe get no daps [Verse 2] Just a young, rich, high-cla** lowlife I f** with all hoes ain't got no type Hit the j**elry 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 ??? 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 [Hook] Money my religion n***a 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 a** n***a like a mole rat Jewelry hanging off a n***a like a coat rack Friendly a** hoe get no daps