Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Attention , by - Rich Brian. Song from the album Amen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 88rising, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Attention |
| Pull a mil' and that day ain’t even have a goddamn deal |
| On your pill, everyday I just be sippin' Chamomile |
| Mass appeal, everybody show up 'cause they know I’m here |
| Every week, I be on her face, she think it’s Cetaphil |
| Up in my business, pull up in my bitch crib |
| I got people locked and loaded like they trained for ISIS |
| Askin' for forgiveness, I never said you’ll have it |
| Pullin' all these guns, but do you really want attention? |
| Photo shoot the second I go out |
| Catch me chillin' with Offset in a luau |
| You gotta give a resume so I can see what you about |
| Fuck your Snapchat, fuck your camera |
| I need space like astronaut |
| Please don’t make me pull up on you |
| Like Tom Sawyer, like to get right to the point |
| And my sneakers match my sweater, I got hella sauce like soy |
| Like my dad, I’m the man, don’t wanna see me mad |
| What you doin'? |
| Is you lost? |
| Go ahead and call a cab, ayy |
| Yesterday my mother called me, she told me that she be worried |
| 'Bout my food and what I eatin', I tell her it’s calamari |
| D’usse when I got no plans, sippin' on it after dinner |
| You say you hang with the man, I see him when I’m in the mirror |
| Pull a mil' and that day ain’t even have a goddamn deal |
| On your pill, everyday I just be sippin' Chamomile |
| Mass appeal, everybody show up 'cause they know I’m here |
| Every week, I be on her face, she think it’s Cetaphil |
| Up in my business, pull up in my bitch crib |
| I got people locked and loaded like they trained for ISIS |
| Askin' for forgiveness, I never said you’ll have it |
| Pullin' all these guns, but do you really want attention? |
| Diamonds on my wrist got her attention (hey!) |
| When I pulled up in that drop top, Farnsworth Bentley (skrrt!) |
| I heard your main bitch, she got me in her mentions (hey!) |
| I am a Martian, I am not from this dimension (no!) |
| All of this water drippin' on my Patek, like I rest it (drip) |
| Fuck on your daughter, I won’t test a bet, she in detention |
| Drip drop, Gucci socks, bought my bitch Givenchy (hey!) |
| No tick tock, Rolex watch, plain Jane, keepin' it simple |
| Young rich nigga, in the trap with rich niggas |
| Ain’t goin' for a bitch nigga, choppa flip niggas (skrrt!) |
| On my way up to eight figures, I don’t need nigga |
| No police, my neck on freeze, my dog breed killers |
| Pull a mil' and that day ain’t even have a goddamn deal |
| On your pill, everyday I just be sippin' Chamomile |
| Mass appeal, everybody show up 'cause they know I’m here |
| Every week, I be on her face, she think it’s Cetaphil |
| Up in my business, pull up in my bitch crib |
| I got people locked and loaded like they trained for ISIS |
| Askin' for forgiveness, I never said you’ll have it |
| Pullin' all these guns, but do you really want attention? |