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letra de blow money - jack frost (usa)

i keep a fader in the back with the 12s
whip sick, though it’s clean as purell
i got cash so tall, that if i stack it and it fall
devil be like “what the h-ll?”
be in the back with the pimps and the players
yo n-gga mugging, he a simp and he hate us
we don’t trip off them haters. if it wasn’t for all them fakеrs
all this cake that we rake in, wе wouldn’t make it
she got ass that’ll move like a yo-yo
so big gotta put it on a gopro
i got side b-tches, going to colleges
for the knowledge bowl, they be going for the gold tho
yo, they want to kick it like a dojo
greenbacks make coco loco
a puerto rican that’s freakin’, and if she want it
i’ma crush her powerpuff like im mojo jojo
when i step in the spot, i throw money
400 in the engine, that’s go money
stacks h-lla dumb dumb, that’s dope money
i don’t look at tags. i blow money
trees in the backyard, that’s grow money
cash in the freezer, that’s cold money
you don’t feel me though? you got no money
i don’t look at tags. i blow money

if you lookin’ straight up, that’s crow money
if you lookin’ over there, that’s more money
if you ridin’ with us, then that’s yo money
but if not, then believe we takin’ yo money
hey, we all about the benjis, i can see why these other n-ggas envy
i can see why the star has always been me
anyone challenge me gettin’ cooked like kimchi
man, we gettin’ wild with the neighbors
then we calling up a couple now n laters
i’m talking chicks that are sweet as a b-tch
ready to take green, get baked, shake they moneymakers
i sit back at my leisure
because my gouda is thicker than peanut b-tter in the freezer
yeah, and if that lady wanna trip, donald trump her
hire then fire that b-tch

when i step in the spot, i throw money
400 in the engine, that’s go money
stacks h-lla dumb dumb, that’s dope money
i don’t look at tags. i blow money
trees in the backyard, that’s grow money
cash in the freezer, that’s cold money
you don’t feel me though? you got no money
i don’t look at tags. i blow money
what you don’t understand is i’m the man and your n-gga ain’t f-ckin’ with me
wit a grand in my hand, i’m the rubberband man
got stacks, got cash, got cream
i got these racks, now got these tracks
now i’m eating good with no manners
but if you f-cking with the dream, i will go green
this entire team call a dude bruce banner
as you see, i’m a beast for the dollars
if it don’t make dollars then it don’t make sense
ever since i was 4’11”, i reached for the dollars
now me and these ends are the best of friends
got a fetish for fetty, like n-gga you ready
finna go bust out these bricks
we make the money flip, talking dummy quick
cuz your boy jack frost the sh-t

- jack frost usa

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