Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

Whole lot of money my BFF
Keep a .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I need a wallet
You smoking on trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga 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 'bout to the summer up
Order some new for the Wraith
3rd on to get her naked
I'ma child for the hustle
You a poser child for bustas
up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay down like the
Live by the code, it true
Anything and everything to get a
Nigga they trill but I'm triller
think they ill but I'm iller
Nigga they big but I'm larger
Pussy you ain't but a target
on joints, get massages
Keep dodgin' me and I up

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

In first class ask me what 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'
know I know I don't give any fucks
Sold my Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my and went and got a Beamer
I used to put my drawers in the
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 freshest nigga on Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am