Luyện nghe bài hát FBH

These niggas don't want it us, they're pussy
Philly!

in the trenches, all my chains on
Probably 'lone with your main jawn
kicks ain't got a stain on 'em
Finger by the head, I it brainstorming
She gon' suck me off while I reel the
You be in your hood feeling safe
up the money, trying to fill the safe
I'm never coming home, I another case
Felonies, my got felonies
We was selling dog food, I'm talking pedigree
Had that white girl popping niggas was selling trees
And when we were selling trees, busting like bumblebees
Oh, love the hoes, I've been in and out 'em
If you need the work, my nigga got it
Trapped the twenty-eights for the
It's cooking right in of you like Benihana

Blowing fast, blowing money fast
Blowing money fast, money fast
Running the bag, running through the bag
Blowing money fast, money fast

When you came from nothing, fuck humble
Fuck humble, fuck being humble
Tell 'em I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble
Fuck being humble, fuck humble

Fuck being humble when you in the
If I hit your ho, I ain't sorry
it in her quarter like I'm Dez Bryant
Chain Roc Nation, all these diamonds
I feel like I'm Michee he went to jail
Fucking up Atlanta time I hit it
Mixing Givenchy with the YSL
Last time I checked, I was that fucking
Feel evident and we chasing money and never
on bitches like Curry and we don't ever miss 'em
Bust 'em down, fuck 'em good, never 'em
Tell your baby I said, "Fuck his feelings!"

Blowing money fast, money fast
Blowing fast, blowing money fast
Running through the bag, running the bag
Blowing fast, blowing money fast

When you came from nothing, fuck humble
Fuck being humble, fuck being
Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I wanna rumble
Fuck humble, fuck being humble

(When you came from nothing, fuck humble
Fuck humble, fuck being humble
Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't rumble
Fuck humble, fuck being humble)