Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

Talk to ya man I get ready
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, my attitude
Yeah, my attitude
I feel like I run shit
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 bitches lame
And I ain't gotta say it, you already the name

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

I'm filthy rich, my money talk as shit
I don't hear ya hoe, let me turn it down a bit
I feel I'm the shit, I feel 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
That's my

Talk to ya man when I get
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, that's my

Yeah, my attitude
Yeah, my attitude
I feel like I run shit
Yeah, my attitude

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 fatter than you
Sorry for being that's just my attitude

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

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

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

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 feel I'm the shit
Yeah, my attitude

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

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

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

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

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

Talk to ya man I get ready
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, that's my

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