Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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

it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi to fuck the summer up
some new things for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her
I'ma child for the hustle
You a poser child for them
Game up for grabs, I'ma it
Try to stay like the pavement
Live by the code, it true
and everything to get a loot
Nigga they trill but I'm triller
Nigga think they ill but I'm
Nigga think big but I'm larger
Pussy you nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, get
Keep me and I charge up

Whole lot of money my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my belt
so much cash I don't need a wallet
You on that trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga coming from the
on the block, kickin' with the convict
They say that money 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, microwave and a too
Pull up on set in a 62
Pull up on your set just to 'em through
Shittin' on them niggas like an
the bitch, had to say I'm into her
Nigga I know I been winnin'
Niggas know I know I 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 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
making bands, yes I am