Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

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

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

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

I'm filthy rich, my money talk loud as
I don't hear ya hoe, 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
my attitude

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 I run this shit
Yeah, that's my

M-O-E, that's the shit I'm on
If you got no money, take yo broke ass home
You talkin' hundred, betta leave me alone
Need 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, 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 hella cake
Like I'm the birthday girl, time to celebrate
I'm so paid, looking sharp with the shades
I put these bitches in they place that's my

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

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

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

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