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 smoking on that trash, it in the garbage
street nigga 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

Done it, done it, it man I'm runnin' up
Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order some new for the Wraith
3rd on to get her naked
poster child for the hustle
You a poser for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma it
Try to down like the pavement
by the code, keep it true
Anything and to get a loot
think they trill but I'm triller
Nigga think ill but I'm iller
Nigga think big but I'm larger
Pussy you nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, get
Keep dodgin' me and I up

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

In first class 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 like an enema
Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm her
Nigga know I I been winnin'
Niggas know I know I don't give any
Sold my Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my and went and got a Beamer
I used to put my drawers in the
Trap the street from Phillips Arena
a lil money you can't take it with ya
They said the feds out takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest on their Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am