Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

Whole lot of money my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my belt
so much cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the
Young street nigga from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the
They say that money so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself, I done it

Done it, done it, done it man I'm up
Tity Boi 'bout to the summer up
Order some new for the Wraith
3rd on to get her naked
I'ma child for the hustle
You a poser for them bustas
Game up for grabs, take it
Try to stay down the pavement
by the code, keep it true
Anything and to get a loot
think they trill but I'm triller
Nigga think ill but I'm iller
Nigga think big but I'm larger
Pussy you nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, get
Keep me and I charge up

Whole lot of that my BFF
Keep a .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a
You smoking on trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga coming from the
Hanging on the block, with the convict
They say that money talk so don't you make a
I'm proud of myself, motherfucker I it

In first they ask me what I do
Had a stove, microwave and a too
Pull up on set in a 62
Pull up on set just to send 'em through
Shittin' on them like an enema
the bitch, had to say I'm into her
Nigga I know I been winnin'
Niggas know I know I give any fucks
my Monte Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my Cadillac and went and got a
I to put my drawers in the cleaners
Trap down the street Phillips Arena
Spend a lil money you take it with ya
said the feds out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the nigga on their Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am