Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

Whole lot of money my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi
Getting so much cash I don't a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the
Young street nigga from the pot
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

Done it, done it, it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the up
Order new things for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her
poster child for the hustle
You a poser for them bustas
Game up for grabs, take it
Try to stay like the pavement
Live by the code, keep it
Anything and everything to get a
Nigga they trill but I'm triller
Nigga they ill but I'm iller
Nigga think they big but I'm
you ain't nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, get
Keep me and I charge up

Whole lot of that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my belt
Getting so much I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, it in the garbage
Young street nigga coming the project
Hanging on the block, kickin' the convict
say that money talk so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself, I done 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 your set just to 'em through
Shittin' on them niggas an enema
the bitch, had to say I'm into her
Nigga I know I been winnin'
Niggas know I I don't give any fucks
Sold my Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my Cadillac and and got a Beamer
I to put my drawers in the cleaners
Trap the street from Phillips Arena
a lil money you can't take it with ya
They said the feds out here takin'
Well I'm the nigga on their Instagram
making bands, yes I am