Shoe Box Ya Boy

[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 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