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trina - that's my attitude lyrics

“that’s my att-tude”

[chorus:]
money over everything (thats my att-tude)
still the baddest b-tch in tha game (thats my att-tude)
talk to ya man when i get ready (thats my att-tude)
have him blowing stacks i aint pedi (thats my att-tude)
(yeah) thats my att-tude (yeah) (thats my att-tude)
and i feel like i’m tha sh-t, (thats my att-tude) (yeah) (thats my att-tude) (yeah) (thats my att-tude)
i feel like i run this sh-t. (thats my att-tude)

[verse 1:]
money over everything i’m all about my change
im still rich, still the baddest b-tch in the game
f-ck this hoe, that hoe, all them b-tches lame
and i aint gotta say it, you already know the name.
see i’m still running over b-tches, still f-ckin ova n-gg-z
ya husband and yo boyfriend i dont see none them n-gg-z
i roll with ceo and stock brocka n-gg-z
while you b riding around town with the brokest n-gg-z
im filthy rich my money talk loud as sh-t
i dont hear ya hoe, here let me turn it down a bit
i feel like i’m the sh-t, i feel i run this sh-t
im bout to marry my money, i’m so in love with it (yea) (trina laugh)

[verse 2:]
go and do ya thang shawty, naw i aint mad at you
but chu cant f-k wit me, i’m mo badder than you
my waist skinny my azz more fater than you
sorry for being conceited thats just my att-tude
get on my level hoe you aint on my lat-tude
i got plenty cribs, no tellin where i travel too
you thank you living good, i got a better view
condo on south beach, beach vila and malibu
hate to brag, but i got a hundred in that, new louie bag
pull up in the benz with tha paper tag
i got major swag, them n-gg-z yellin “shawty bad”
them hoes mad, cause i got everything they wish they had. (yea)

[verse 3:]
m-o-e thats the sh-t that i’m on
if you aint got no money, take yo broke -ss home
you talkin couple hundred betta leave me alone.
need diamonds and black cars and ya dollaz for tha shones (come on)
im on tha paper chase, my man paypa straight,
he took me to his house “welcome to the safe”
“oh my god” he made it hard to keep a straight face
i got’em on his knees telling me “how good it taste”
you b-tches h-lla fake, i’m getting h-lla cake
like i’m the birthday girl, its time to celebrate
im so paid, looking sharp with the louie shades
i put these b-tches in they place (thats my att-tude)

[repeat chorus]

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