Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoe Box, artist - Ya Boy. Album song Shooter Music Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.05.2009
Record label: Get Low
Song language: English
Shoe Box |
| A hundred grand, three or four Air Force boxes |
| I’m the man, black Land plat Porsche Boxster |
| Higher than a satellite, no this ain’t NASA |
| But I got a chain 'bout the price of me casa |
| And it all started from a few rocks honey |
| I don’t believe in banks, I got shoe box money |
| I got new Glock money, so who want it with me man? |
| Pumping all those weights like you trying to be He-Man |
| Two or three grand get you couple of D’s man |
| Two four-fives nigga, one for each hand |
| Smoke a few haters then it’s back in the shoe box |
| Take another grand out, stuff it in my tube socks |
| Time to go shoppin', time to go coppin' |
| You niggas working with one whip, I got options |
| Thirty-one flavors and all them bangs topless |
| Money ain’t a thing, look here I got boxes |
| I got a Jordan 10 box I can fit fifty stacks in |
| All hundred dollar bills, stacked up, packed in |
| Fuck all that gossip, better bring the facts in |
| Golf balls in my ears heavy like fat men |
| Bezzy on the watch, real heavy on the cost |
| Look at my rims, tell Mims this is why I’m hot |
| I just get it off the lot, money spend it by the box |
| And I get that white work delivered by the block |
| See I’m a corner guy, street dude, block nigga |
| And everything I love most in this box nigga |
| So put your hand in it, I’ll put your mans in it |
| My shoe box will have you and your mans missin' |
| Bottom line, is I’m out of my mind |
| And my mind stay on the money a lot of the time |
| A lot of dimes, a lot of shine, I’m out on the grind |
| But I don’t mind, I’m a hustler, I don’t just rhyme |
| My momma found my shoe box when I was fifteen |
| I snatched it back like «Mom, it’s just weed!» |
| See back then I didn’t know what the crack was |
| Know about four-fives and know what a stack was |
| All I knew about was ten sacks and Backwoods |
| Fuck basketball, couldn’t touch the backboard |
| So while they was dunking and passing dimes |
| I was breaking 'em down cause I was trying to get high |
| Two or three years later I was trying to get fly |
| Hit the street started selling my own supply |
| No lie, all money made straight to the shoe box |
| Five hundred dollars sitting next to the 2Pac |
| Collection, right there close the lid |
| Wake up next morning I’mma do it again |
| Now I’m a baller baby, I’m doing it big |
| Touch my shoe box, I’ll put two in your wig |