Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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
street nigga coming from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' the convict
They say that money so don't you make a comment
I'm of myself, motherfucker I done it

Done it, done it, done it man I'm up
Tity Boi to fuck the summer up
some new things for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her
I'ma poster child for the
You a poser child for bustas
Game up for grabs, take it
Try to stay down like the
Live by the code, it true
and everything to get a loot
Nigga they trill but I'm triller
Nigga they ill but I'm iller
Nigga think big but I'm larger
Pussy you ain't nothin' but a
on joints, get massages
Keep me and I charge up

Whole lot of that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi
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' with the
They say that talk so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself, motherfucker I it

In class they ask me what I do
Had a stove, microwave and a too
up on your set in a 62
Pull up on your set to send 'em through
Shittin' on them niggas 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
Trap the street from Phillips Arena
a lil money you can't take it with ya
They said the out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on Instagram
making bands, yes I am