Attitude

All of my bitches got an attitude problem
All of my bitches got an attitude problem
Cause you can't stand poppin (yeah)
And the bands still poppin (yeah)
Still cooling like a goddess (yeah)
Cause your man still got me up

I put that boy in his place
Then I put it right on his face
Let that little boy fall in line
In the DM yeah they slide (yeah, yeah)
I got too much on my mind (yeah, yeah)
That liquor roll off of me
I kill it
I coffin it
But wait you're too soft for me
Back, back the fuck off of me

Who got more sauce than me?
Call em, call em please
I lay back on em then I spark a tree
I flick my hair, then watch it kill him softly

All of my bitches got an attitude problem
All of my bitches got an attitude problem
Cause you can't stand poppin (yeah)
And the bands still poppin (yeah)
Still cooling like a goddess (yeah)
Cause your man still got me up

They say that I need to cool down
Tryna fuck with my mood now
I can't help that I've been acting different
I see the lies with clearer vision
I can count my day ones on one hand
But to all my fans damn I love ya
Just a young kid from CPT
Now I got the juice like (yeah, yeah)
The cheques getting bigger yeah
I'm watching my figures yeah
When I'm with my niggas yeah
No you can't sit with us yeah

Who got more sauce than me?
Call em, call em please
I lay back on em then I spark a tree
I flick my hair, then watch it kill him softly

All of my bitches got an attitude problem
All of my bitches got an attitude problem
Cause you can't stand poppin (yeah)
And the bands still poppin (yeah)
Still cooling like a goddess (yeah)
Cause your man still got me up