Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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

Done it, it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi to fuck the summer up
some new things for the Wraith
3rd on to get her naked
I'ma poster child for the
You a poser child for them
Game up for grabs, I'ma it
Try to down like the pavement
Live by the code, keep it
Anything and to get a loot
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 but a target
on joints, get massages
Keep me and I charge up

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

In first class ask me what I do
Had a stove, and a blender too
up on your set in a 62
Pull up on your set to send 'em through
Shittin' on them 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 Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my and went and got a Beamer
I to put my drawers in the cleaners
Trap down the street from Phillips
a lil money you can't take it with ya
They the feds out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am