Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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

Done it, done it, it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to the summer up
Order new things for the Wraith
3rd on to get her naked
poster 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 trill but I'm
think they ill but I'm iller
Nigga think they big but I'm
Pussy you nothin' but a target
on joints, get massages
Keep dodgin' me and I up

Whole lot of that my BFF
a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the
Young street coming from the project
Hanging on the block, kickin' the convict
They say that money talk so don't you make a
I'm proud of myself, I done 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 been
Niggas know I know I don't any fucks
Sold my Monte Carlo, a Cadillac
Sold my Cadillac and went and got a
I used to put my drawers in the
Trap down the street Phillips Arena
Spend a lil money you can't take it ya
They said the feds out here takin'
I'm the freshest nigga on their Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am