Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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

Done it, 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
poster child for the hustle
You a poser for them bustas
up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay down the pavement
by the code, keep it true
Anything and to get a loot
Nigga think they but I'm triller
Nigga think ill but I'm iller
Nigga think big but I'm larger
you ain't nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, get
Keep dodgin' me and I up

Whole lot of that 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
Young street nigga coming from the
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

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
Shittin' on them like an enema
the bitch, had to say I'm into her
Nigga know I know I been
Niggas I know I don't give any fucks
my Monte Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my and went and got a Beamer
I used to put my in the cleaners
Trap down the street from Phillips
Spend a lil money you can't take it ya
They said the out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on their
making bands, yes I am