Attached lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah) Yeah-yeah, yeah, (I-I love you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (b*tch, 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]
b*tch, I get that cash and flip it (I flip it)
Money stack, I trip' it (Ah)
That b*tch want my racks, she trippin’
I got what she's missing
That n*gga broke, his money a midget
That b*tch a ho, she can't be my mistress
I put a reticle, all on my Glocks, I ain’t missing, yeah
While I'm f*cking this b*tch, 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)
f*ck it, that money come back, "How you do it?"
n*gga, 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
f*ck it, I get in that cat, oh, yeah
She talking 'bout, "Give me a bag"
n*gga, f*ck my opps, them n*ggas some trash
n*gga, let me get up, let me hit ’em with fat sh*t
On that timin’, n*gga, do a drill in a fast whip
I'm f*cking this b*tch, she get beat through the mattress
I ain’t f*ck with the law, they all gotta catch me
I hop in that Rolls, this sh*t get so messy
[Verse]
After I f*ck, 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 b*tch be greedy
Ridin' with a big-ass ARP in the city
I don’t f*ck with these n*ggas, they queer, they Diddy
I don't f*ck with these thot b*tches, 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, "f*ck it"
Old-ass n*ggas talking sh*t, n*gga, kick the bucket
If you're still alive, you lucky
Count it up, b*tch, I'm a rich ass junkie
I was never dumb, b*tch, I was never a flunky
I'm focused, I ran up a whole lot of money
n*gga, 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, b*tch, I'm on my own (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
b*tch, I get that cash and flip it (b*tch, I get that cash)
Money-money stack, I trip' it (Ah)
That b*tch want my racks, she trippin'-trippin'
I got what she's missin'
That n*gga broke, his money a midget
That b*tch a ho, she can't be my mistress
I put a reticle, all on my Glocks, I ain't missing, yeah
While I'm f*cking this b*tch, 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)
f*ck it, that money come back, "How you do it?"
n*gga, 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
f*ck it, I get in that cat, oh, yeah
She talking 'bout, "Give me a bag"
n*gga, f*ck my opps, them n*ggas some trash
n*gga, let me get up, let me hit 'em with fat sh*t
On that timin', n*gga, do a drill in a fast whip
I'm f*cking this b*tch, she get beat through the mattress
I ain't f*ck with the law, they all gotta catch me
I hop in that Rolls, this sh*t get so messy
[Outro]
(Yeah-yeah, b*tch)
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 f*ck with these thot b*tches, they tryna get me