Luyện nghe bài hát 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 Pedi
my attitude

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

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

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

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

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

over 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 ain't
my attitude

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

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

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 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 where 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 in that, new Louie bag
Pull up in the with the paper tag
I got major swag, niggaz yellin' shawty bad
Them hoes mad 'cause I got everything they wish had, yeah

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

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

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

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

M-O-E, that's the shit I'm on
If you ain't got no money, take yo broke ass
You couple hundred, betta leave me alone
Need diamonds and cars and ya dollaz for the shones
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 to keep a straight face
I got 'em on his knees, telling me how it taste

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

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

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

Yeah, my attitude
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