Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

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

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 feel like I run shit
Yeah, my attitude

Money over everything, I'm all my change
I'm still rich, the baddest bitch in the game
Fuck this hoe, hoe, all them bitches lame
And I gotta say it, you already know the name

See, I'm running over bitches, still 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 rich, my money talk loud as shit
I don't hear ya hoe, here let me turn it 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 with it, yeah

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

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 feel like I run this
Yeah, my attitude

Go and do ya thang shawty, no, I mad at you
But you can't fuck with me, I'm mo' 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 where I travel to
You think you living good, I got a better
Condo on south beach, Beach and Malibu

to brag but I got a hundred in that, new Louie bag
Pull up in the with the paper tag
I got swag, them niggaz 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 I get ready
my attitude
Have him blowing stacks, I ain't
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 like I run shit
Yeah, my attitude

M-O-E, that's the 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 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, telling me how it taste

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

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

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

Yeah, that's my
Yeah, that's my
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