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Attention Video (MV)




Performed By: Gudda Mane Streetz
Language: English
Written by: CHRISTOPHER LANCE JONES
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Gudda Mane Streetz - Attention Lyrics




All the he say she say, mannn they just want my attention
I'm counting this money no stressing
I don't be answering questions
I yoga the work got it stretching
I talk to the streets like a reverend
When I say this say Amen
To be alive gettin money a blessing

I use to work at a college
Pitching the weed like I'm Collins
Even tho I worked a job me and the workers had nothing in common
Nigga I'm all bout my hustle, double it triple it run it up get a bag
Shit on these haters and make em mad
Cause when you go broke all they do is laugh
I ain't never met a nigga say here take this get on your feet
And I don't want shit back
Flood the hood feed your family
Niggas ain't a real plug
Niggas barely sold drugs
I worked a job and I trapped
Sold weed, dope and crack
I separated from the fake, feel like everybody snakes
Feel like everybody hate, when you coming up gettin cake
Niggas saying that I changed, I ain't work hard to stay the same
I already had a name I was chasing bread I don't need the fame
Rapping was always a hobby this shit is a drug, Whitney and Bobby
If it don't work f*ck it, back on the streets jugging and robbing
I ain't slaving for the white man with the white Porsche on this white land
Ima keep me a nice scam and sell the bundles in my nightstand

All the he say she say mannn they just want my attention
I'm counting this money no stressing
I don't be answering questions
I yoga the work got it stretching
I talk to the streets like a reverend
When I say this say Amen
To be alive gettin money a blessing
Amen
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English

All the he say she say, mannn they just want my attention
I'm counting this money no stressing
I don't be answering questions
I yoga the work got it stretching
I talk to the streets like a reverend
When I say this say Amen
To be alive gettin money a blessing

I use to work at a college
Pitching the weed like I'm Collins
Even tho I worked a job me and the workers had nothing in common
Nigga I'm all bout my hustle, double it triple it run it up get a bag
Shit on these haters and make em mad
Cause when you go broke all they do is laugh
I ain't never met a nigga say here take this get on your feet
And I don't want shit back
Flood the hood feed your family
Niggas ain't a real plug
Niggas barely sold drugs
I worked a job and I trapped
Sold weed, dope and crack
I separated from the fake, feel like everybody snakes
Feel like everybody hate, when you coming up gettin cake
Niggas saying that I changed, I ain't work hard to stay the same
I already had a name I was chasing bread I don't need the fame
Rapping was always a hobby this shit is a drug, Whitney and Bobby
If it don't work f*ck it, back on the streets jugging and robbing
I ain't slaving for the white man with the white Porsche on this white land
Ima keep me a nice scam and sell the bundles in my nightstand

All the he say she say mannn they just want my attention
I'm counting this money no stressing
I don't be answering questions
I yoga the work got it stretching
I talk to the streets like a reverend
When I say this say Amen
To be alive gettin money a blessing
Amen
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Writer: CHRISTOPHER LANCE JONES
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