Attention (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Oh, yeah
Yeah

Soon as I pull up (hey)
Yeah, my wrist want attention (yeah)
Got your bitch in my section (yeah)
I can feel all the tension (yeah)
By the way, did I mention (what?)
I'm with all of my henchman (whoa)
And you know they on gold, yeah, whoa

Soon as I pull up (yeah)
And my wrist on froze (yeah)
And your bitch she chose (yeah)
I'm with all of my bros (yeah)
And we gon' keep on flexin' (flex)
And we gon' keep on flexin' (what)
Balling hard, no question (whoo), yeah
Soon as I pull up (scoot)

Steady chasing, the money, it took me to better places (yeah)
Black diamonds with the white diamonds
Yeah, we call that shit segregation (yeah)
VVS', yeah, they always shining
Got 'em sick you can peep they faces (whoa)
Mighta said I ain't fucking with him
But you can never I say I ever hated (whoa)

All this gas got me elevated
They ain't think that I will ever make it
Your bitch, she gave me good brain, you can tell she was educated (yeah)
I beat the pussy, I never ate it (never)
She can never say we ever dated (never)
She can never be my main (no)
'Cause I'm too in love with the big faces

While you be holding hands with your bitch (whoa)
I been in the car, popping Xans with your bitch (whoa)
Me and all my mans hit your bitch
I'm about to get some head in my whip, yeah

Soon as I pull up (hey)
Yeah, my wrist want attention (yeah)
Got your bitch in my section (yeah)
I can feel all the tension (yeah)
By the way, did I mention (whoa)
I'm with all of my henchman (whoa)
And you know they on gold, yeah, whoa

Soon as I pull up (yeah)
And my wrist on froze (yeah)
And your bitch, she chose (chose)
I'm with all of my bros (bros)
And we gon' keep on flexin' (flex)
And we gon' keep on flexin' (whoa)
Balling hard, no question (whoo), yeah
Soon as I pull up (uh)

Open my door, see all that smoke
I want your hoe
Nobody know (know), I been on the low (low)
Made me a million, the game got a dealing
I'm concerned about you 'cause all y'all my children
I'm rollin' and sippin' (I'm rollin' and sippin')
Blow smoke to the ceiling (blow smoke to the ceiling)
She ain't tryna fuck, kick her right out the truck
And move on to some' different (move on to some' different)

I'm always getting paid, do new things today
Do you see how I'm living? (Do you see how I'm living?)
I hop in my ride, two licks to the side
And now that bitch tippin' (now that bitch tippin')
Whole lotta Bombay, whole lotta Hennessy
Whole lotta niggas 'round to hold down my enemies
Whole lotta weed getting rolled in a paper plane
Whole lotta bitches scream my name

Soon as I pull up (hey)
Yeah, my wrist want attention (yeah)
Got your bitch in my section (yeah)
I can feel all the tension (whoa)
By the way, did I mention (whoa)
I'm with all of my henchman (whoa)
And you know they on gold, yeah, whoa

Soon as I pull up (yeah)
And my wrist on froze (froze)
And your bitch, she chose (chose)
I'm with all of my bros (bros)
And we gon' keep on flexin' (flex)
And we gon' keep on flexin' (flex)
Balling hard, no question (whoo), yeah
Soon as I pull up

Bitches be waiting on me
'Cause all of these diamonds be skating on me
I take his bitch and I know that he sad
He can't do shit but keep hating on me
'Cause he know that the gang is with me
And he know they ain't playing with me
And he know that they're sprayin' for me, yeah

Soon as I pull up
Yeah, my wrist want attention (yeah)
Got your bitch in my section (yeah)
I can feel all the tension (whoa)
By the way, did I mention (whoa)
I'm with all of my henchman (whoa)
And you know they on gold, yeah, whoa

Soon as I pull up (hey)
And my wrist on froze (yeah)
And your bitch, she chose (chose)
I'm with all of my bros (bros)
And we gon' keep on flexin' (flex)
And we gon' keep on flexin' (flex)
Balling hard, no question (whoo), yeah
Soon as I pull up



Credits
Writer(s): William Walsh, Magnus Hoiberg, Benjamin Joseph Levin, Adam King Feeney, Abel Tesfaye, Mustafa Ahmed
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