2 Chainz (tity Boi) - BFF lyrics

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2 Chainz (tity Boi) - BFF lyrics

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***a 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**er I done it Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up Tity Boi 'bout to f** 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***a think they trill but I'm triller n***a think they ill but I'm iller n***a think they big but I'm larger p**y you ain't nothin' but a target Smokin' on joints, gettin' ma**ages 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***a 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**er I done it In first cla** 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**tin' on them n***as like an animal f** the b**h, had to say I'm into her n***a know I know I'm [?] n***as I know I know I don't give any f**s 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***a 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***a 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**er I done it