Luyện nghe bài hát FBH

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

in the trenches, all my chains on
Probably riding with your main jawn
Louboutin kicks ain't got a 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 selling dog food, I'm talking pedigree
Had that white girl popping niggas was selling trees
And we were selling trees, those busting like bumblebees
Oh, never love the hoes, I've in and out 'em
If you need the work, my nigga got it
Trapped the for the thirty-six
It's cooking right in front of you Benihana

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

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

Fuck being humble you in the 'Rari
If I hit ho, I ain't even sorry
Threw it in her quarter like I'm Dez
Chain Roc Nation, all these damn
I feel like I'm Michee before he went to
up Atlanta every time I hit it
Mixing that with the YSL
time I checked, I was that fucking nigga
Feel and we chasing 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 fast, blowing money fast
Blowing money fast, blowing money
Running through the bag, through the bag
Blowing money fast, money fast

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

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