That's My Attitude - Trina

Money over everything I’m all about my change

Im still rich, still the baddest bitch in the game

Fuck this ho, that ho, all them bitches lame

And I ain’t gotta say it, you already know the name

See I’m still running over bitches, still fuckin ova niggas

Ya husband and yo boyfriend I dont see none them niggas

I roll with ceo and stock brocka niggas

While you b riding around town with the brokest niggas

Im filthy rich my money talk loud as shit

I dont hear you hoes, here let me turn it down a bit

I feel like I’m the shit, I feel I run this shit

Im bout to marry my money, I’m so in love with it (yea) (trina laugh)

Money over everything (thats my attitude)

Still the baddest bitch in tha game (thats my attitude)

Talk to ya man when I get ready (thats my attitude)

Have him blowing stacks I ain’t pedi (thats my attitude)

(yeah) thats my attitude (yeah) (thats my attitude)

And I feel like I’m tha shit, (thats my attitude) (yeah) (thats my attitude)

(yeah) (thats my attitude)

I feel like I run this shit.

(thats my attitude)

Go and do ya thang shawty, naw I ain’t mad at you

But chu can’t fuk wit me, I’m mo badder than you

My waist skinny my azz more fater than you

Sorry for being conceited thats just my attitude

Get on my level ho you ain’t on my latitude

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 niggas yellin «shawty bad»

Them hoes mad, cause I got everything they wish they had.

(yea)

Money over everything (thats my attitude)

Still the baddest bitch in tha game (thats my attitude)

Talk to ya man when I get ready (thats my attitude)

Have him blowing stacks I ain’t pedi (thats my attitude)

(yeah) thats my attitude (yeah) (thats my attitude)

And I feel like I’m tha shit, (thats my attitude) (yeah) (thats my attitude)

(yeah) (thats my attitude)

I feel like I run this shit.

(thats my attitude)

M-O-E thats the shit that I’m on

If you ain’t got no money, take yo broke ass 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 bitches hella fake, I’m getting hella cake

Like I’m the birthday girl, its time to celebrate

Im so paid, looking sharp with the louie shades

I put these bitches in they place (thats my attitude)