Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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

Done it, it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to the summer up
Order new things for the Wraith
3rd on to get her naked
I'ma child for the hustle
You a child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma it
Try to stay like the pavement
by the code, keep it true
Anything and everything to get a
Nigga think they but I'm triller
think they ill but I'm iller
Nigga they big but I'm larger
Pussy you nothin' but a target
on joints, get massages
Keep dodgin' me and I up

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

In first they ask me what I do
Had a stove, and a blender too
up on your set in a 62
Pull up on your set just to send 'em
Shittin' on niggas like an enema
Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm her
Nigga know I I been winnin'
Niggas know I I don't give any fucks
Sold my Monte Carlo, a Cadillac
Sold my Cadillac and went and got a
I used to put my drawers in the
Trap the street from Phillips Arena
Spend a lil money you take it with ya
They said the feds out here takin'
I'm the freshest nigga on their Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am