Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

Whole lot of money my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi
Getting so 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 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 on to get her naked
I'ma poster child for the
You a poser for them bustas
up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to down like the pavement
by the code, keep it true
Anything and to get a loot
Nigga think they but I'm triller
Nigga they ill but I'm iller
think they big but I'm larger
Pussy you nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, get
dodgin' me and I charge up

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

In first class they ask me I do
Had a stove, microwave and a too
Pull up on set in a 62
Pull up on set just to send 'em through
Shittin' on niggas like an enema
the bitch, had to say I'm into her
Nigga know I I been winnin'
Niggas know I know I don't give any
Sold my Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my Cadillac and and got a Beamer
I to put my drawers in the cleaners
Trap the street from Phillips Arena
Spend a lil money you can't take it ya
They said the feds out takin' pictures
Well I'm the nigga on their Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am