BFF (Remix)

Trap down the street from Phillips Arena

Trap down the street from Phillips Arena

(And that cool with me, I'm fine with that, things change with time)

Hashtag makin' bands, yes I am

Hashtag makin' bands, yes I am

Nigga do ya thing, BOOM






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 nigga 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 motherfucker I done it






Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up

Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up

Order some new things 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

Nigga think they trill but I'm triller

Nigga think they ill but I'm iller

Nigga think they big but I'm larger

Pussy 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 nigga coming from the project

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 motherfucker I done it






Take the straight razor hit with the 50 slab

Bitch I move all of that weight I just might hit my dab

Niggas got that funny money I'm trying' not to laugh

In the back of that Rolls treat it like a cab

Got an F in science but an A in math




30 for the 36 you don't know the half

Movin' through my city like I'm Godzilla

Your favorite rapper seen a bird, it was on Twitter

Let me hear your bird call nigga tweet tweet

.40 Cal with the dick nigga skeet skeet

I think I fell in love with the kitchen sink

Got my eyes on that money I can't even blink

Any nigga bout that talkin' cray, think he need a shrink

Just copped a new Rolly had to lose a link

Kill him in the valet, murder was the case

Bitch I call my safe Mars cause it's outta space






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 nigga coming from the project

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 motherfucker I done it






Spend a little money you can't take it with you

They say the Feds out here takin' pictures

Spend a little money you can't take it with you

They say the Feds out here takin' pictures

Instagram, Instagram, hashtag makin' bands- yes I am