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 that trash, throw it in the
Young street coming from the pot
Hanging on the block, with the convict
They say money talk so don't you make a comment
I'm of myself, motherfucker I done it

Done it, it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order new things for the Wraith
3rd on to get her naked
I'ma child for the hustle
You a poser child for them
Game up for grabs, I'ma it
Try to down 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 they big but I'm
Pussy you nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, get
dodgin' me and I charge up

Whole lot of that my BFF
Keep a .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't a wallet
You smoking on that trash, it in the garbage
Young street coming from the project
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the
They say that 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
up on your set in a 62
Pull up on set just to send 'em through
Shittin' on them niggas an enema
Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm her
Nigga know I know I been
Niggas know I I don't give any fucks
my Monte Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my Cadillac and and got a Beamer
I used to put my in the cleaners
Trap down the street from Phillips
Spend a lil money you can't take it ya
They the feds out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on their
Hashtag bands, yes I am