Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

Money over
my attitude
Still the bitch in the game
That's my

to ya man when I get ready
That's my
Have him stacks, I ain't Pedi
That's my

Yeah, my attitude
Yeah, that's my
And I feel like I'm the
Yeah, that's my

Yeah, my attitude
Yeah, that's my
I feel like I run this
Yeah, that's my

over everything, I'm all about my change
I'm rich, still the baddest bitch in the game
Fuck this hoe, that hoe, all bitches lame
And I ain't gotta say it, you know the name

See, I'm still running over bitches, still fuckin' niggaz
Yo husband and yo boyfriend, I don't see them niggaz
I roll with CEO and stock niggaz
While you be riding town with the brokest niggaz

I'm filthy rich, my money loud as shit
I don't ya hoe, here let me turn it down a bit
I feel like I'm the shit, I feel I run shit
I'm 'bout to my money, I'm so in love with it, yeah

Money everything
my attitude
Still the baddest in the game
That's my

Talk to ya man when I get
my attitude
Have him blowing stacks, I Pedi
That's my

Yeah, that's my
Yeah, my attitude
And I like I'm the shit
Yeah, my attitude

Yeah, my attitude
Yeah, my attitude
I feel like I run shit
Yeah, my attitude

Go and do ya shawty, no, I ain't mad at you
But you can't with me, I'm mo' badder than you
My skinny, my ass more fatter than you
Sorry for being conceited that's just my

Get on my hoe, you ain't on my latitude
I got plenty cribs, no tellin' where I to
You think you living good, I got a view
Condo on beach, Beach Vila and Malibu

to brag but I got a hundred in that, new Louie bag
Pull up in the Benz with the tag
I got major swag, them niggaz shawty bad
Them hoes mad 'cause I got everything they wish they had,

over everything
That's my
the baddest bitch in the game
That's my

to ya man when I get ready
That's my
Have him stacks, I ain't Pedi
That's my

Yeah, that's my
Yeah, that's my
And I like I'm the shit
Yeah, my attitude

Yeah, that's my
Yeah, that's my
I like I run this shit
Yeah, that's my

M-O-E, that's the shit I'm on
If you ain't got no money, take yo ass home
You talkin' hundred, betta leave me alone
Need diamonds and black cars and ya for the shones
on

I'm on the paper chase, my man paypa
He me to his house, welcome to the safe
Oh my God, he made it hard to keep a straight
I got 'em on his knees, telling me how it taste

You bitches hella fake, I'm getting cake
I'm the birthday girl, it's time to celebrate
I'm so paid, looking sharp the Louie shades
I put bitches in they place that's my attitude

Money over
my attitude
Still the baddest in the game
That's my

to ya man when I get ready
That's my
him blowing stacks, I ain't Pedi
That's my

Yeah, my attitude
Yeah, my attitude
And I like I'm the shit
Yeah, my attitude

Yeah, that's my
Yeah, that's my
I like I run this shit
Yeah, my attitude