Ya Boy - Shoe Box lyrics

[Hook] You know I keep at least a hundred grand (in my shoe box) I keep the ounces and the grams (in my shoe box) I keep the baggies and the rubber bands (in my shoe box) Don't let me catch you with your hand (in my shoe box) I don't think you really understand (in my shoe box) I keep a gun that won't jam (in my shoe box) Don't let me catch you with your hand (in my shoe box) [Verse 1] 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 n***a, 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 n***as 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] I got a Jordan 10 box I can fit fifty stacks in All hundred dollar bills, stacked up, packed in f** 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 n***a And everything I love most in this box n***a 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 f** basketball, couldn't touch the backboard So while they was dunking and pa**ing 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 [Hook]