Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

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

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

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

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

I'm rich, my money talk loud as shit
I don't hear ya hoe, let me turn 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 with it, yeah

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
That's my

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

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

Go and do ya thang shawty, no, I mad at you
But you can't with me, I'm mo' badder than you
My waist skinny, my ass fatter than you
Sorry for being conceited that's just my

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 south beach, Beach and Malibu

Hate to brag but I got a in that, new Louie bag
up in the Benz 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 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, my attitude
Yeah, my attitude
And I like I'm the shit
Yeah, my attitude

Yeah, that's my
Yeah, that's my
I feel like I run this
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 leave me
Need diamonds and black cars and ya dollaz for the
on

I'm on the paper chase, my man straight
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 bitches fake, I'm getting hella cake
Like I'm the birthday girl, it's to celebrate
I'm so paid, sharp with the Louie shades
I put these in they place that's my attitude

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

Talk to ya man when I get
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 like I run this
Yeah, my attitude