[Verse 1: Pouya]

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Was you fucking with me?

When I had negative funds. (yuh)

I was thinkin' about you all week, before i went to sleep (yuh)

And when i woke up, still thinkin' about yo bitch ass

The tables have turned, you live and you learn, you die and you burn

But its all good, im a new man

Yeah I fucked me a few fans, now they wanna take a picture hit 'em with the cold stance

Yuh, you 22 with a baby and a wife working at Denny's. what a life

Are you happy with your self?

All this hate in your heart can't be good for your health (yuh)

Now I walk with the limp like a old man, ridin' around the city in a minivan, hitting my phone when you know i know you got a man, damn

I'm trinity in The Matrix Reloaded you touch me imma rip your hand off, this shotgun ready to blow your dick off, these pop going in the microwave get your bitch wet

Cause you know when it come out imma go win, and i'm not here for the fuck shit dont be mad cause your girlfriend loves this just be happy that i never wanna fuck with her (yuh)

She going keep poppin the pills untill she can't feel her face

She going keep poppin the pills untill she can't see your fate (yuh)

Bitch!

[Chorus: Alex Wiley]

You couldn't paid me attention no more

Couldn't paid me attention

What did it cost ya?

Paid me attention

What could it cost ya?

You couldn't paid me attention no more

Couldn't paid me attention

What did it cost ya?

Paid me attention

What could it cost ya?

[Verse 2: Allan Kingdom]

Couldn't pay attention so what did it cost?

Taken in the church like I'm Pentecostal

Could have never been a penny that them panties off

Bet I be deep up in my feelings like I'm digging fossils

Cheese, Cheese, Cheese, Cheese

I be smiling for some [?]

[?]

You would've been grinning had you stayed by me

I'm basquiat, turn you into my canvas but my paints drying

Pay attention to me you would profit

You got a sugar daddy, had a lost lover

Had you been a writer, stick around for me

You would have a sugar daddy and a box cutter

[?]

There is not a stroke that I cannot cover

Made your daddy crazy in his office

I knew we were slipping with them lost rubbers

I know she was slipping when she snapped on me

She took from a baby to a block number

[?] with mad money

[?] cock numbers

[?] witch my mind fascinates

You should never trust them based off their fashion [?]

[?] I was shallow that's why this is happening

You would think [?] made you listen to me

Living through the pen then why don't you sing it to me?

[Chorus: Alex Wiley]

You couldn't paid me attention no more

Couldn't paid me attention

What did it cost ya?

Paid me attention

What could it cost ya?

You couldn't paid me attention no more

Couldn't paid me attention

What did it cost ya?

Paid me attention

What could it cost ya?

[Verse 3: Alex Willey]

Young nigga doing his thing

We don't give a motha fuck what people gon say

Used to the feeling, now its feeling so strange

Used to the feeling, never feeling his face

See he was raised in the ways of the god

See he was raised to observe and abolish those

Ways of the [?] to the heart

[?] steady trynna treat him like a target though

She must've thought he was a goldfish or something

She thought that he won't remember

All of the times that she act like he won't gon be nothing but oh look she all on his nuts

Damn

She said she ready to follow instructions

The voice in his head told him I do not trust it

She might be up with yo rival discussing

So pull over, put that hoe right on the bus

[Chorus: Alex Wiley ]

You could've paid me attention no more

Could've paid me attention

What did it cost ya?

Paid me attention

What could it cost ya?

You couldn't paid me attention no more

Couldn't paid me attention

What did it cost ya?

Paid me attention

What could it cost ya?