Attached

Pockets swole, pockets full of the blue hundreds

Bitches tryna give it to me, I don't even want it

I just smoked up, tryna watch a show or something?

It's a slow night, geeking while I'm home alone

All my bitches beauty pageant, bad across the globe

I could do you bad, you would never know

She be so sad when it's time to go home

Too attached, should've left you alone

Seen her last week, still smell my cologne

Got too many hoes, Imma need me two phones

She was too attached, had to leave her alone