Текст песни Shoe Box - Yung Bleu , Jeezy

I got some money
Told my nigga, don't worry (don't worry)
Times getting hard
Looking like BMF how we sliding in them cars (skrrt)
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 your 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, yeah
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 your city
'Cause that lil' pussy, it been stuck up on 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, yeah
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, yeah, yeah, let's go)
I ain't no reactor, yeah, I think 'bout shit
Yeah the art of 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 (yeah)
You wanna see a magic trick with this Arm and Hammer
IronChef shit, the meanest fork in Atlanta
Catch me in that '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, yeah
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 (ooh, oh)