Shoe Box

(Album: Moon Boy - 2021)

I got some money
Told my nigga don't worry
Times getting hard
Looking like BMF how we sliding in them cars
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 'em, if he tell
Them shooters hopping outta box truck
But they ain't got no mail
Just them shells for them niggas that don't wish me well
Coach, put me in the game
Coach, put me in the game
Come trade yo' 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 niggas hanging outta roof tops
They hanging out the roof tops
Two Glocks
Screaming, let a nigga try me
Let a nigga try me

Oh, he don't know 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 yo' city
'Cause that lil pussy, it been stuck upon 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 niggas hanging outta roof tops
They hanging out the roof tops
Two Glocks
Screaming, let a nigga try me
Let a nigga try me

Let's go
I ain't no reactor, yeah I think 'bout shit
Yeah the other war, nigga
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 nigga 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 'em 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 and hammer
Iron chef shit, the meanest fork in Atlanta
Catch me in the '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
You see them young niggas hanging outta roof tops
They hanging out the roof tops
Two Glocks
Screaming, let a nigga try me
Let a nigga try me