Shoe Box - Ya Boy

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