Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 this
I'm to marry my money, I'm so in love with it, yeah

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

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

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

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

Go and do ya thang shawty, no, I mad at you
But you fuck with me, I'm mo' badder than you
My skinny, my ass more fatter than you
Sorry for being conceited that's my attitude

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

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 yellin' shawty bad
Them hoes mad I got everything they wish they had, yeah

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

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 feel I'm the shit
Yeah, my attitude

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

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

I'm on the paper chase, my man straight
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 good it

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

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

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

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

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