Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

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

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

Money over everything, I'm all about my
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 know the name

See, I'm still running over bitches, still fuckin' niggaz
Yo husband and yo boyfriend, I see none them niggaz
I roll CEO and stock brocka niggaz
While you be riding around town with the niggaz

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

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

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 feel like I'm the
Yeah, my attitude

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

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

Get on my level hoe, you on my latitude
I got plenty cribs, no tellin' I travel to
You think you living good, I got a better
Condo on south beach, Beach Vila and

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

Money everything
my attitude
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
my attitude

Yeah, my attitude
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 shit
Yeah, my attitude

M-O-E, the shit that I'm on
If you ain't got no money, yo broke ass home
You talkin' couple hundred, leave me alone
Need diamonds and cars and ya dollaz for the shones
on

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

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

Money over
That's my
Still the 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 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