Luyện nghe bài hát That's My Attitude

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

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 feel like I'm the
Yeah, my attitude

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

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, still over niggaz
Yo husband and yo boyfriend, I see none them niggaz
I with CEO and stock brocka niggaz
While you be riding town with the brokest niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get on my level hoe, you ain't on my
I got plenty cribs, no where I travel to
You think you living good, I got a better
on south beach, Beach Vila and Malibu

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

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

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

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, that's my

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, leave me alone
Need diamonds and cars and ya dollaz 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 it hard to keep a straight face
I got 'em on his knees, me how good it taste

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

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

Talk to ya man I get ready
my attitude
Have him blowing stacks, I Pedi
my attitude

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

Yeah, my attitude
Yeah, my attitude
I feel I run this shit
Yeah, my attitude