Slim Goodye - BFF lyrics

[Intro] Goodye! Y'all ready? Alright! Let's go! [Hook] M-O-N-E-Y that's my BFF (That money!) Money, that's my best friend M-O-N-E-Y that's my BFF Money, that's my best friend Help me pay for this Benz Help me pay for these rims I can't eat without my BFF, that's why I love my best friend M-O-N-E-Y that's my BFF Money, that's my best friend [Verse 2] Cuban on my neck, Rollie' on my sleeve Stash money in the oven, called that grilled cheese Yeah, your boy, you know I move them things Still hang around some n***as that'll snatch your chain I need to go to "TDA" Turn Down Anonymous I hit the club, keep popping bottles 'Til the witches say they ran out of it Bandana on my head like I'm Rambo Do magic with that white b**h, I'm from Orlando [Hook] [Verse 2] M-O-N-E-Y, that's my BFF Type in P-A-P-E-R in my GPS They say they're going hard, that look more like soft to me They say they on one, that look more like off to me M-O-N-E-Y, that's my BFF My n***as sell more d** than CVS I got a black belt in flossing And I stay on top of my cake like frosting [Hook] [Outro] M-O-N-E-Y, that's my BFF Turnt up in this b**h These diamonds on my neck, them some VVS M-O-N-E-Y, that's my BFF My n***as sell more d** than CVS They say they getting money, they lying They liars I stay up on the green like I'm Tiger [Skit] Nobody owns me though (Hi!) How you doing b**h? (Good.) That's because I own my own company And my company sells a product that's better than the competition At a price that's lower-