Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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 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, it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi to fuck the summer up
some new things for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her
I'ma poster for the hustle
You a child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma it
Try to down like the pavement
by the code, keep it true
Anything and everything to get a
Nigga think they trill but I'm
Nigga they ill but I'm iller
think they big but I'm larger
Pussy you ain't nothin' but a
on joints, get massages
Keep me and I charge up

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

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