เนื้อเพลง BFF - 2 Chainz
เนื้อเพลง BFF
Whole lot of money that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street n*gga coming from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict
They say that money talk so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself motherf*cker I done it
Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to f*ck the summer up
Order some new thing for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
I'ma poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay down like the pavement
Live by the code, keep it true
Anything and everything to get a loot
N*gga think they trill but I'm triller
N*gga think they ill but I'm iller
N*gga think they big but I'm larger
P*ssy you ain't nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, gettin' massages
Keep dodgin' me and I charge up
Whole lot of money that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street n*gga coming from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict
They say that money talk so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself motherf*cker I done it
In first class they ask me what I do
Had a stove, microwave and a blender too
Pull up on your set in a 62
Pull up on your set just to send em through
Sh*ttin' on them n*ggas like an animal
F*ck the b*tch, had to say I'm into her
N*gga know I know I'm [?]
N*ggas I know I know I don't give any f*cks
Sold my Monte Carlo, bought a Cadillac
Sold my Cadillac and went and got a Beamer
I used to put my drawers in the cleaners
Trap down the street from Phillips Arena
Spend a lil money you can't take it with ya
They said the feds out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest n*gga on their Instagram
Hashtag making bands, yes I am
Whole lot of money that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage
Young street n*gga coming from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict
They say that money talk so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself motherf*cker I done it