Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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

Done it, done it, done it man I'm up
Tity Boi 'bout to the summer up
Order some new things for the
3rd on to get her naked
poster child for the hustle
You a poser for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma 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 they ill but I'm iller
Nigga they big but I'm larger
Pussy you ain't but a target
Smokin' on joints, get
dodgin' me and I charge up

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

In first class 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 niggas like an enema
the bitch, had to say I'm into her
Nigga know I I been winnin'
Niggas know I I don't give any fucks
my Monte Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my Cadillac and and got a Beamer
I used to put my drawers in the
Trap down the street from Arena
Spend a lil money you can't it with ya
They said the feds out takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest on their Instagram
making bands, yes I am