Cold City

It’s nice, my nigger I’m talking bank
If you talking about shit I can’t understand
Ima hustler motherfucker, yeah, I get it cross the land
I’m water whip and dipping, on my 6's gripping grain
Switching lanes, in my candy coated Chevy dripping stain
I’m flier than a motherfucker, hotter than a motherfucker
Big booty, yellow bone, ridin with a motherfucker
That … diamonds in my damn chain
I am just a hustler, bitch I do my damn thang
Grind through the city, it’s a pity I’ma … low
Head in my drop top, about to let my keyz go
All about the paper chase, benjamins, jacksons
for love of money make, the law of attraction
Its, all, Good,
nigga, I’m in this bitch and I’m happy to be
I’m feeling myself while im rockin the beat
Its poppin so ima just drop for the street
Haters is lookin like how can that be
Im blazing the weed like im Wahoo the Chief
chasing the paper cause I gotta eat
(Me doing me?), ya probly gon' feast
Ride? like the beast, (?) of the East
North side of the Ohio Valley
headed west, with them one way tickets
Made it, so I ride for Cali
yeah I dodge all distractors
(with my way ?) Law Of Attraction
skills (?) you saw that action
Still lil lay I call that fashion
Money, my motive, my words, my wisdom,
Never gonna blow it,… system
nigga want beef, (5 goes and kiss 'em?)
Hits 'em, splits 'em, up with rythm
Tolerate, no buster-ism
layzie gets his (?)
ain’t nobody fucking with them
Yeah, drop the top down, 9 millimeter on coch now
Last time I heard that shot sound, them car jackers was not found
When it go round, thinking not now
Got thangs to do, and folks to see
If you ain’t talking about money man then it ain’t no getting close to me
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