Shoe Box

I got some money

Told my **** don't worry (Don't worry)

Times getting hard

Looking like BMF how we sliding in them cars (Skrrrr)

Sometimes I feel myself lying in the dark

Thinking about the times that we had when I was with you

Thinking 'bout the times that I kissed you

Went and got some money, I got everybody mad at me

Stars in the roof, I'm in a whole 'nother galaxy

They tryna put me in a box, they tryna put me in a cell

Just got caught up with that work, we prolly kill him if he tell

Them shooters hopping out a box truck, but they ain't got no mail

Just some shells for the **** that don't wish me well

Coach put me in the game

Coach put me in the game

Come trade your life for my chain

They put a price on my brain

But I'm still riding 'round with it

Put it in a shoe box

Put it in a shoe box

Fuck it, put it in a shoe box

Dirty money, we gon' put it in a shoe box

You see them young **** hanging out the rooftops

They hanging out the rooftops

Two Glocks

Screaming, "Let a **** try me!

Let a **** try me!" (Let's go) (Yeah)

Oh, he don't love nobody

But she got a lil body

I told her come try me

I told her come try me

I'ma eat it up, that pussy taste like water

She so wet, she prolly take me under

Got her so hot, I'm talking hot girl summer

I'm sorry, I forgot to take your number

But don't mind me

Come and find me

I gotta call you when I get back to your city

'Cause that lil pussy, it been stuck up on my memory

If you can't pull up, I think I can do delivery

Baby, put it in my shoe box

Come put it in my shoe box

Take this money and go put it in my shoe box

Go put it in my shoe box

Oh

I got bands in the mattress

I gave her bands 'cause she nasty

I hope you love me with passion

And you can get it if you ask me

I'ma say

Put it in a shoe box

Put it in a shoe box

Fuck it, put it in a shoe box

Dirty money, we gon' put it in a shoe box

You see them young **** hanging out the rooftops

They hanging out the rooftops

Two Glocks

Screaming, "Let a **** try me!

Let a **** try me!" (Let's go)

I ain't no reactor, yeah, I think 'bout shit

Yeah, the art of war, ****, buy a tank, buy a ship

Yeah, I'm on that nog Vodka, yeah, I drink my shit

Catch my target in traffic, I'ma paint that shit, yeah

Type of **** keep a few million in the safe

Might go on the run, have to buy a new face

Praying for my dawg, he just caught a new case

Told him keep quiet, don't try to save face

Put a hundred grand where the Air Jordans at

Transaction on the phone, hope he ain't recording that (Hello?)

Jack in the box, we gon' pop out with the sticks

Mobile, Alabama, we gon' pop out with the bricks

You wanna see a magic trick with this Arm & Hammer

Iron Chef shit, the meanest fork in Atlanta

Catch me in that 'Rari with that Yung Bleu playing

Shoe box in the kitchen with that Lysol spraying

Put it in a shoe box

Put it in a shoe box

Fuck it, put it in a shoe box

Dirty money, we gon' put it in a shoe box, hey

You see them young **** hanging out the rooftops

They hanging out the rooftops

Two Glocks

Screaming, "Let a **** try me!

Let a **** try me!"