Attached

Lyrics

[Intro] (Uoy evol syawla lliw I) (Yeah) Yeah-yeah, yeah, (I-I love you) Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Bitch, I get that cash and flip it) Yeah (Damn, yeah), yeah, yeah (Money stack, I trip it) Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah) [Chorus] Bitch, I get that cash and flip it (I flip it) Money stack, I trip' it (Ah) That bitch want my racks, she trippin' I got what she's missing That nigga broke, his money a midget That bitch a ho, she can't be my mistress I put a reticle, all on my Glocks, I ain't missing, yeah While I'm fucking this bitch, I tell myself, "Don't get attached" (Don't get attached) I tell myself, "I can never go back" I did it again and she's stuck on my neck, yeah (Stuck on my neck) Fuck it, that money come back, "How you do it?" Nigga, I was born to flex I'm never lackin', got a stick in the bag You cross that line, you get hit with the blatt-blatt, yeah Fuck it, I get in that cat, oh, yeah She talking 'bout, "Give me a bag" Nigga, fuck my opps, them niggas some trash Nigga, let me get up, let me hit 'em with fat shit On that timin', nigga, do a drill in a fast whip I'm fucking this bitch, she get beat through the mattress I ain't fuck with the law, they all gotta catch me I hop in that Rolls, this shit get so messy [Verse] After I fuck, she get kicked out, Messi BBS, L on my size, Balenci' I hit my opp, got me doing The Griddy I can't wife on that thot, this bitch be greedy Ridin' with a big-ass ARP in the city I don't fuck with these niggas, they queer, they Diddy I don't fuck with these thot bitches, they tryna get me I see my opp, I'ma give his ass fifty Not a bucket Look at the price of the Wock, I say, "Fuck it" Old-ass niggas talking shit, nigga, kick the bucket If you're still alive, you lucky Count it up, bitch, I'm a rich ass junkie I was never dumb, bitch, I was never a flunky I'm focused, I ran up a whole lot of money Nigga, you can't score, your ass like Bronny (Oh, yeah) She can't change my life, she can't change my soul I can't change my life, that's just how it goes I'ma enjoy my high, 'cause I was at my low I control my life, bitch, I'm on my own (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Bitch, I get that cash and flip it (Bitch, I get that cash) Money-money stack, I trip' it (Ah) That bitch want my racks, she trippin'-trippin' I got what she's missin' That nigga broke, his money a midget That bitch a ho, she can't be my mistress I put a reticle, all on my Glocks, I ain't missing, yeah While I'm fucking this bitch, I tell myself, "Don't get attached" (Don't get attached) I tell myself, "I can never go back" I did it again and she's stuck on my neck, yeah (Stuck on my neck) Fuck it, that money come back, "How you do it?" Nigga, I was born to flex I'm never lackin', got a stick in the bag You cross that line, you get hit with the blatt-blatt, yeah Fuck it, I get in that cat, oh, yeah She talking 'bout, "Give me a bag" Nigga, fuck my opps, them niggas some trash Nigga, let me get up, let me hit 'em with fat shit On that timin', nigga, do a drill in a fast whip I'm fucking this bitch, she get beat through the mattress I ain't fuck with the law, they all gotta catch me I hop in that Rolls, this shit get so messy [Outro] (Yeah-yeah, bitch) I hit my opp, got me— I hit my opp, got me doin' The Griddy I see my opp and I'm— I see my opp and I'm givin' him fifty I don't fuck with these thot bitches, they tryna get me