Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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

Done it, done it, it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi to fuck the summer up
Order some new for the Wraith
3rd on to get her naked
I'ma poster child for the
You a poser child for bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma it
Try to down like the pavement
by the code, keep it true
Anything and everything to get a
Nigga think they but I'm triller
Nigga think they ill but I'm
Nigga think big but I'm larger
you ain't nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, get
Keep dodgin' me and I up

Whole lot of money my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi
Getting so much cash I need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the
Young street coming from the project
on the block, kickin' with the convict
They say that money talk so 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 like an enema
the bitch, had to say I'm into her
Nigga know I know I 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 down the street from Phillips
Spend a lil money you can't take it ya
said the feds out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the nigga on their Instagram
making bands, yes I am