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letra de blow money - f.a.n.

[hook]
we in the 773
steady smokin’ trees
all this cash up in my pocket
makin’ me the centerpiece
we in the 773
steady smokin’ trees
this the windy city b-tch
we blow money in the breeze

[verse 1:k.o.]
steady smokin trees
you know how it be
take out the key
we smoke up a g
i smoke down my g’s
they pay no fee
to the n-ggas laid down by the semi automatics
rest in peace i’m packin a bowl to them n-ggas who had it
smoke in peace
to the n-ggas that say that they cannot handle it
take a seat
rest your feet
that’s bench time that drose
dr
smokin og
so n-ggas know
i stay froze, i stay stuck that’s hang time
high as h-ll no jet pack smokin loud pack
smoke so thick i need a gas mask
swimmin in that mota smoke, that cesar
been jammin’ with them benjamins
so much cash i can burn a stack
so much cash i can burn a stack
so much cash i can burn a stack
thirsty -ss hoes want me because i got a bod
thick -ss hoes worship ya n-gga
to them b-tches i am god
married to the money, that’s true religion
all this cash in my pocket that’s recognition
petty broke -ss n-ggas chase it
me and my n-ggas made it
even the haters believe in it
we up in the chitown smokin it
blow money in breeze blaze
haters come get you a whiff of this

[hook]
we in the 773
steady smokin’ trees
all this cash up in my pocket
makin’ me the centerpiece
we in the 773
steady smokin’ trees
this the windy city b-tch
we blow money in the breeze

[verse 2: chris austin]
we come in peace like twerking nuns
f.a.n. run it cause we all for one
f-ck the cops they none for none
me and your b-tch, yeah that’s one on one
yeah you know that i got
i’m on top the game like a jumbo screen
i’m choppin heads like a guillotine
i’m winning just like i’m charlie scheen
charlie’s angels on my team
i got bad b-tches to the extreme
you know my diamonds shine and they gleam
i live the life you want when you dream
it’s hard out here in the 773
this the place where the cops don’t come through
this the place where your dreams don’t come true
this the place we blow more money than malibu
i grew up in the city with nothing
now i hustle so you know i got something
the rest of y’all boys just frontin’
i knock it out the fence non buntin’
yeah you know that i got money this my money not your money
you know we f.a.n. and we ballin’
so we
blow moneyx4
b-tch, we blowin money
i’m smoking blunts and i got kush
i sold weed to obama
i’m dropping bombs like i’m george bush
so you don’t want no drama
you know f.a.n. got what you want
we got what you want so we flaunt it

[hook]
we in the 773
steady smokin’ trees
all this cash up in my pocket
makin’ me the centerpiece
we in the 773
steady smokin’ trees
this the windy city b-tch
we blow money in the breeze

[verse 3: tony harris]
this that chi city, that murder rate
fan run it we murder snakes
gotta’ plan big when you know the stakes
so we plan sh-t just to show these haters
that our plans did what you know you can’t
come summer ima’ show em a place called rap
momma been told me don’t chase no rap
sh-t it’s better than hustlin’ in a place called a trap
so it’s f-ck all that
with a demeanor to be meaner til’ we i make it and i mean it
a dream for a dreamer ain’t waitin’ where you sleepin’
so i ain’t sleepin’
hide money in these bars
explore where i’m from
threats of me breathin’ in a world full of stars
disguised from afar words to the wise
demise of the chi
ride til i die in a sky lackin’ trust
night time in the chi, mac 9, what you trust
on the grind til’ i rust
money ain’t waitin’ no time for you f-cks
at the finish line and i’m timing you bruh’
lining you up
funny that they hatin’, perfect timin’ for us
confined to the bucks, plus of gunshots
gotta’ make it out, just one shot
living is in doubt when the sun drops
the block not for yo’ boy
n-ggas’ll spy on you, ride on you, stabbin’ you boy
blastin’ you, grabbin’ you , draggin’ you boy
right on yo boy
i ride with my boys
getting’ right quicka’, with some new plans
unite the chi n-gga, that’s a new clan
n-ggas ain’t shooters cause they die to much
most of’em losin’, cause they lie to much
so when you see a n-gga movin’, don’t lie too us
uh uh
we don’t blow money
blow money, blow money

- f a n

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