Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

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 nigga coming the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the
say that money talk so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself, motherfucker I it

Done it, done it, it man I'm runnin' 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 child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, take it
Try to down like the pavement
Live by the code, it true
and everything to get a loot
Nigga think they but I'm triller
Nigga they ill but I'm iller
Nigga think they big but I'm
Pussy you ain't but a target
on joints, get massages
Keep me and I charge up

Whole lot of that my BFF
Keep a .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a
You smoking on that trash, it in the garbage
Young street nigga coming from the
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 class 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
on them niggas like an enema
Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm her
know I know I been winnin'
Niggas know I know I give any fucks
my Monte 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
a lil money you can't take it with ya
They said the out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on their
making bands, yes I am