Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

Talk to ya man 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, that's my

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

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

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

I'm filthy rich, my money 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 marry my money, I'm so in love with it,

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 ain't
my attitude

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

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 waist skinny, my ass more than you
Sorry for conceited 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 you living good, I got a better view
Condo on south beach, Beach Vila and

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

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

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

M-O-E, that's the shit I'm on
If you ain't got no money, yo broke ass home
You talkin' couple hundred, betta 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 keep a straight
I got 'em on his knees, telling me how good it

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

over everything
That's my
the baddest bitch 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, my attitude
Yeah, that's my
And I feel like I'm the
Yeah, that's my

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