The Attitude Lyrics

That's the attitude!

The attitude?

Yes!

The attitude dictates that you don't care whether she

Comes, stays, lays or prays

I mean whatever happens, your toes are still tappin'

The sun rise at the same time

Every single day

My alarm clock told me to get this cake (Wake up)

If you got a hater in yo circle he gon' show his face

If you wore them white lows more than twice

Then throw them shits away (That's the attitude!)

Yesterday's price, ain't the same, this a different day

The fit game, like the NBA, I can't miss a lay

Ric Flair wrist, with the Figure four rollie face

Yeah, yeah yeah

Actually a BAPEX, Coco Chanel latex

I'm kicked back, smoking with my dogs playing Apex

Or Call of Duty, call a broad over to watch a movie

Harold Kumar, smoking 'Scotti cooling

Plotting how to buy the block like Ross and Gucci

Nah this big business I'm thinking Seneca

Something that all my niggas can get they benefits from

The sun rise at the same time

Every single day

You close the shades

Hoping it don't shine right in yo face

But bitch I woke up early, yeah

Time to get this cake

You wore them white lows more than twice

Then nigga, throw them shits away

Yesterday's price, ain't the same, this a different day

The fit game, like the NBA, I can't miss a lay (I can't miss a shot)

Looking at my left wrist, like damn I'm missing something

Need to work on my left hand like my coach told me

Used to rock the G-Shock, back when I was knee high

I was tryna get my swag up like all the older homies

Only smoking exotic, all that homegrown, ion want it

Can't wait on nobody, pull myself up by the strings of my Polo hoodie

Wake up

Nigga wake up

Get up

The sun rise at the same time every single day

If you got a hater in yo circle I pray they show they face

You wore them white lows more than twice

Then nigga, throw them shits away

Now when you got that, then you have The Attitude