Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

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

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

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

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

See, I'm still running over bitches, still fuckin' over
Yo husband and yo boyfriend, I don't see none them
I roll CEO and stock brocka niggaz
While you be riding around town the brokest niggaz

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

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

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

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

Yeah, that's my
Yeah, that's my
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 fuck with me, I'm mo' badder you
My skinny, my ass more fatter than you
Sorry for being conceited just my attitude

Get on my level hoe, you on my latitude
I got plenty cribs, no tellin' where I to
You think you living good, I got a view
Condo on south beach, Beach Vila and

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

Money everything
my attitude
Still the bitch 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, 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, the shit that I'm on
If you got no money, take yo broke ass home
You talkin' couple hundred, leave me alone
diamonds and black cars and ya dollaz for the shones
on

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

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

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

Talk to ya man I get ready
That's my
Have him 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, my attitude
I like I run this shit
Yeah, my attitude