Attention

[Verse 1: DOM KENNEDY] He just wanna get yo' number because I let you go When you was fuckin' with me, you had yo' way fo' sure You went on shoppin' sprees, you got that catch to go You hit up tired and how I like to catch up with the bros When you was fuckin' with me, I helped you meet yo' goals I told you, "Girl, it's in the past, and you should let it go" I took you with me to Nevada and to Mexico Had you drivin' sports cars, now you unavailable Had you backstage, now you ain't at the show And when you see me, you don't speak, I guess that's what we on We should swing another episode, feenin' I can't let go I used to ride the metro, shit, now I'm in the first row Burberry trench coat, thirty in the envelope Forty gettin' transferred, these boys still chasin' hoes It's me, Poly, about two hundred things, that's the ratio Real hard to replace me though, it's Dom on our radio (Yo) [Chorus: Allyn] Caught my attention when I saw you Can't even think I run across you Don't think this good for me, you don't know what to do I don't want to need you, every time I do Every time I'm on you, I wish I could get off I gotta tell you, I don't want you I gotta tell you, I don't want you (Na, na) [Post-Chorus: DOM KENNEDY] Two in the morning shit And I'm up thinkin' about you Just workin' on my new album Can't wait to play it for you [Verse 2: DOM KENNEDY] Yellow gold chain, stainless steel watch Pull up to the spot, order twenty shots Order forty shots, take her to the spa She been doin' squats, let's go to the tropics I wanna see you topless, treat you like a goddess Feed you like a goddess, then we go to Charlotte Then we go to Dallas, I tell her, "You the baddest" My game is automatic, why you so dramatic? Thug, but I'm romantic, biggest on the planet They don't want no static, they don't want to static Drivin' with the cannon, ball like Ed O'Bannon Caught her, she was tanning, LA to Miami [Chorus: Allyn] Caught my attention when I saw you Can't even think I run across you Don't think this good for me, you don't know what to do I don't want to need you, every time I do Every time I'm on you, I wish I could get off I gotta tell you, I don't want you I gotta tell you, I don't want you (Na, na) [Post-Chorus: DOM KENNEDY] Two in the morning shit And I'm up thinkin' about you Just workin' on my new album Can't wait to play it for you