Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

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

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

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 bitch in the game
Fuck hoe, that hoe, all them bitches lame
And I ain't say it, you already know 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 stock brocka
While you be riding 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 like 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 over
That's my
Still the baddest bitch in the
That's my

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

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

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

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 that's just my attitude

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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