Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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

it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the up
Order some new things for the
3rd chain on to get her
I'ma poster for the hustle
You a poser child for bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma it
Try to stay like the pavement
Live by the code, it true
and everything to get a loot
Nigga think they trill but I'm
think they ill but I'm iller
Nigga think they big but I'm
Pussy you ain't but a target
on joints, get massages
Keep dodgin' me and I up

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

In class 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
on them niggas like an enema
Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm her
Nigga know I know I been
Niggas know I know I don't any fucks
Sold my Monte Carlo, a Cadillac
Sold my and went and got a Beamer
I to put my drawers in the cleaners
Trap down the street Phillips Arena
Spend a lil you can't take it with ya
said the feds out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on their
Hashtag bands, yes I am