Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

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

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

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

Money over everything, I'm all about my
I'm rich, still the baddest bitch in the game
this hoe, that 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' niggaz
Yo and yo boyfriend, I don't see none them niggaz
I roll with CEO and brocka niggaz
While you be riding around town with the niggaz

I'm filthy rich, my talk loud as shit
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

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

Talk to ya man when I get
my attitude
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, my attitude
Yeah, that's my
I feel like I run shit
Yeah, that's my

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

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

Hate to brag but I got a 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
That's my

Talk to ya man when I get
That's my
him blowing 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, my attitude
Yeah, my attitude
I feel like I run shit
Yeah, that's my

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

I'm on the paper chase, my man paypa
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 hella fake, I'm getting cake
Like I'm the birthday girl, it's to celebrate
I'm so paid, looking with the Louie shades
I put bitches in they place that's my attitude

Money over
my attitude
Still the baddest in the game
my attitude

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

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

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