Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

Money everything
my attitude
Still the baddest in the game
my attitude

Talk to ya man I get ready
That's my
Have him blowing stacks, I 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, that's my
I like I run this shit
Yeah, my attitude

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

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

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

over everything
That's my
Still the bitch in the game
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 I'm the shit
Yeah, that's my

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

Go and do ya shawty, no, I ain't mad at you
But you can't with me, I'm mo' badder than you
My waist skinny, my ass more fatter you
Sorry for conceited 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 view
Condo on south beach, Vila and Malibu

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 yellin' shawty bad
Them hoes mad 'cause I got everything they wish had, yeah

over 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 ain't
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 this
Yeah, my attitude

M-O-E, the shit that I'm on
If you got no money, take yo broke ass home
You talkin' couple hundred, betta leave me
diamonds and black cars and ya dollaz for the shones
on

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

You hella fake, I'm getting hella cake
I'm the birthday girl, it's time to celebrate
I'm so paid, looking with the Louie shades
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
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