Lyrics: Layzie Bone: Law Of Attraction: Cold City (Featuring Dirty Red)
It’s nice
My nigga I’m talking bank
If you talking about shit I can’t understand
I’m a hustla motherfucka
Yeah I get it cross the land
I’m water whippin’
Dippin’ on my 6’s
Grippin’ grain
Switchin’ lanes
In my candy coated Chevy dripping stain
I’m flier than a motherfucka
Higher than a motherfucka
Big booty yellow bone
Ridin’ with a motherfucka
That dough on my ass cheek
Diamonds in my damn chain
I am just a hustler
Bitch I do my damn thang
Grind through the city
It’s a pity how my leads low
Head in my drop top
About to let my keys go
All about the paper chase
Benjamins Jacksons
For love of money man
The law of attraction
It’s all good
Nigga, I’m in this bitch and I’m happy to be
I’m feeling myself while im rockin this beat
It’s poppin’ so I’ma just drop for the street
Haters is lookin’ like how can that be
I’m blazing the weed like I’m Wahoo the Chief
Chasing the paper cause I gotta eat
Me doing me you probably gon’ feast
Ride like the beast out 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 distractions
Wield my way Law Of Attraction
Skills do pay y’all saw that action
Still Lil’ Lay I call that fashion
Money
My motive
My words
My wisdom
Never gonna blow it I blows the system
Nigga want beef I goes against them
Hits ’em
Splits ’em
Up with rhythm
Tolerate no buster-ism
Layzie gets his criticism
Ain’t nobody fucking with them
Yeah drop the top down
9 millimeter on cock 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