Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

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

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 I run this shit
Yeah, my attitude

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

See, I'm still running over bitches, still fuckin' niggaz
Yo husband and yo boyfriend, I see none them niggaz
I roll with CEO and brocka niggaz
While you be around town with the brokest niggaz

I'm filthy rich, my talk loud as shit
I don't hear ya hoe, here let me it down a bit
I feel like I'm the shit, I I run this shit
I'm 'bout to my money, I'm so in love with it, yeah

Money everything
That's my
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
That's my

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

Yeah, that's my
Yeah, that's my
I feel 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 waist skinny, my ass fatter than you
Sorry for conceited that's just my attitude

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

Hate to brag but I got a in that, new Louie bag
Pull up in the with the paper tag
I got major swag, them niggaz yellin' bad
Them hoes mad I got everything they wish they had, yeah

Money everything
my attitude
Still the baddest bitch in the
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, my attitude
And I like I'm the shit
Yeah, my attitude

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

M-O-E, the shit that I'm on
If you got no money, take yo broke ass home
You talkin' hundred, betta leave me alone
Need diamonds and black cars and ya dollaz for the
on

I'm on the paper chase, my man straight
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, telling me how it taste

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

over everything
That's my
Still the baddest bitch in the
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, my attitude
And I feel I'm the shit
Yeah, my attitude

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