Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

Whole lot of money my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my belt
Getting so much 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 money 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 for them bustas
Game up for grabs, take it
Try to stay like the pavement
Live by the code, keep it
and everything to get a loot
Nigga think trill but I'm triller
Nigga they ill but I'm iller
Nigga think they big but I'm
Pussy you ain't nothin' but a
on joints, get massages
Keep me and I charge up

Whole lot of money my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my belt
Getting so cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street nigga coming from the
Hanging on the block, kickin' the convict
They say that money 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, and a blender too
Pull up on set in a 62
Pull up on your set just to send 'em
Shittin' on them niggas an enema
the bitch, had to say I'm into her
Nigga I know I been winnin'
Niggas know I I don't 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 down the street Phillips Arena
Spend a lil money you take it with ya
They said the out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on Instagram
making bands, yes I am