Luyện nghe bài hát FBH

These niggas don't it with us, they're pussy
Philly!

in the trenches, all my chains on
Probably 'lone with your main jawn
Louboutin ain't got a stain on 'em
by the head, I call it brainstorming
She gon' me off while I reel the Wraith
You be in your hood never feeling
Stacking up the money, trying to the safe
I'm never coming home, I catch case
Felonies, my got felonies
We was dog food, I'm talking that pedigree
Had white girl popping when niggas was selling trees
And when we were selling trees, those busting like
Oh, love the hoes, I've been in and out 'em
If you the work, know my nigga got it
the twenty-eights for the thirty-six
It's cooking right in of you like Benihana

Blowing money fast, blowing fast
Blowing money fast, blowing fast
through the bag, running through the bag
Blowing money fast, blowing fast

When you came nothing, fuck being humble
Fuck being humble, fuck humble
Tell 'em I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble
Fuck being humble, fuck being

Fuck being humble you in the 'Rari
If I hit your ho, I ain't even
Threw it in her quarter I'm Dez Bryant
Roc Nation, all these damn diamonds
I like I'm Michee before he went to jail
up Atlanta every time I hit it
Mixing Givenchy with the YSL
time I checked, I was that fucking nigga
Feel evident and we money and never women
Balling on bitches like Curry and we don't ever 'em
Bust 'em down, fuck 'em good, never 'em
Tell baby daddy I said, "Fuck his feelings!"

Blowing money fast, blowing money
money fast, blowing money fast
Running through the bag, through the bag
Blowing money fast, blowing money

When you came from nothing, fuck being
being humble, fuck being humble
Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I wanna rumble
Fuck humble, fuck being humble

(When you came nothing, fuck being humble
being humble, fuck being humble
Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't rumble
Fuck humble, fuck being humble)