Bff (remix) Lyrics - 2 Chainz

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 

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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 

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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 tree raise it hit 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 

34 to 36 you don't know the half 

Movin' through my city like I'm Godzilla 

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