Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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

it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to the summer up
Order some new things for the
3rd chain on to get her
I'ma child for the hustle
You a poser child for them
Game up for grabs, take it
Try to stay like the pavement
Live by the code, keep it
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
Pussy you ain't but a target
on joints, get massages
Keep dodgin' me and I up

lot of money that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a
You smoking on trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga from the project
Hanging on the block, kickin' the convict
say that money talk so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself, motherfucker I 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 niggas like an enema
Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm her
Nigga know I know I winnin'
Niggas know I know I give any fucks
Sold my Monte Carlo, bought a
my Cadillac and went and got a Beamer
I used to put my in the cleaners
down the street from Phillips Arena
Spend a lil money you take it with ya
They said the feds out here takin'
Well I'm the freshest on their Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am