Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

Money everything
That's my
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, my attitude

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

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

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

I'm filthy rich, my money loud as shit
I hear 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,

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

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

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

Yeah, that's my
Yeah, my attitude
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 me, I'm mo' badder than you
My waist skinny, my ass more than you
for being conceited that's just my attitude

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 black cars and ya for the shones
on

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

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

Money over
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
That's my

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

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