Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

Talk to ya man I get ready
my attitude
Have him blowing stacks, I ain't
That's my

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

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

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

See, I'm still running over bitches, still fuckin' over
Yo husband and yo boyfriend, I see none them niggaz
I roll with CEO and stock niggaz
While you be around town with the brokest niggaz

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

Money everything
my attitude
Still the baddest bitch in the
my attitude

Talk to ya man I get ready
my attitude
Have him blowing stacks, I ain't
my attitude

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

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

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

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

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

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

Talk to ya man I get ready
my attitude
Have him stacks, I ain't Pedi
my attitude

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

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

M-O-E, that's the that I'm on
If you got no money, take yo broke ass home
You talkin' couple hundred, betta 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 it hard to keep a straight face
I got 'em on his knees, telling me how good it

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

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

Talk to ya man when I get
my attitude
Have him stacks, I ain't Pedi
my attitude

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

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