Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

Whole lot of money my BFF
Keep a .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a
You smoking on trash, throw it in the garbage
Young nigga coming from the pot
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

Done it, it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order some new things for the
3rd on to get her naked
I'ma child for the hustle
You a poser child for bustas
up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to down like the pavement
Live by the code, it true
and everything to get a loot
Nigga they trill but I'm triller
Nigga think they ill but I'm
think they big but I'm larger
Pussy you ain't nothin' but a
on joints, get massages
Keep me and I charge up

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

In first class they ask me I do
Had a stove, microwave and a too
Pull up on set in a 62
Pull up on set just to send 'em through
Shittin' on them niggas like an
the bitch, had to say I'm into her
Nigga I know I been winnin'
Niggas know I know I don't give any
Sold my Monte Carlo, a Cadillac
my Cadillac and went and got a Beamer
I used to put my drawers in the
down the street from Phillips Arena
Spend a lil you can't take it with ya
They said the out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest on their Instagram
Hashtag bands, yes I am