BFF

[Hook: 2 Chainz]

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

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

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

[Hook: 2 Chainz]

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

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

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

Shittin' on them niggas like an enema

Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm into her

Nigga know I know I been winnin'

Niggas I know I know I don't give any fucks

Sold my Monte Carlo, bought a Cadillac

Sold my Cadillac and went and got a Beamer

I used to put my drawls 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 nigga on their Instagram

Hashtag making bands, yes I am

[Hook: 2 Chainz]

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