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 smoking on that trash, throw it in the
Young street coming from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the
They say that money talk so 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 fuck the up
Order new things for the Wraith
3rd on to get her naked
I'ma child for the hustle
You a child for them bustas
up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay like the pavement
by the code, keep it true
Anything and to get a loot
Nigga think trill but I'm triller
Nigga think ill but I'm iller
Nigga think they big but I'm
Pussy you ain't but a target
on joints, get massages
Keep me and I charge up

Whole lot of that my BFF
a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I need a wallet
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, I done it

In first class they ask me 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 winnin'
know I know I don't give any fucks
Sold my Monte Carlo, bought a
Sold my Cadillac and and got a Beamer
I used to put my in the cleaners
Trap down the street from Phillips
Spend a lil money you take it with ya
They said the out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest on their Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am