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Hit-Boy - Shoebox Money lyrics

rate me

feat. Audio Push & Kent M$ney

Word up, word up, word up,

Word up white girls with the black girl asses

Go and shake it faster

Let me know you nasty

Her name tracy, I gave her dick

I’m balling out, I can spray my wrist

I don’t work files, I make the chips

I don’t fuck with banks, I was made for this

[Hook]

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Look I pray I make it to heaven

Cause lord knows I ain’t no reverend

I was absent in that classroom,

But on the block I was present

I had to get it, get it, get it

Cause I never had it

No limit in the air force box,

Where I stash it nigga, bag it up

And grab it, cashing niggas can’t imagine

Too much passion and I’m getting tired

Sleeping on this mattress

Saying white girl, come through

Take off your clothes, strike a pose

Wait, I think my mama coming

Pull up your panties, wipe your nose

Clockin on that corner

Probably make about 10 car notes

Yeah them yard boys don’t need banks

I’m doing well without the fargo

With this

[Hook]

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

No account for the mafia, talking real cash nothing for the obvious

We a keep ass, shoot your whole lobby up

Keep you toe tag, picture mama copy up

My call of duty, that paper mad

Fuck sammy, I could count mine

My nieces made it, might make it back to jump rope

Like everything’s fine

My mama call, said money’s evil

Said she praying for me real brief

And I did the same, with you changed your mind

All I did was slide...

Guess it all depends on how you see it

Around this tints it ain’t no secret

But that box of size 12’s come in handy nigga

I leave it with the

[Hook]

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Word up white girls with the black girl asses

And that’s the only question me and hit boy been asking

These white girls got black bodies and I love that

Now hit action, I got that bam bam for your pebbles girl

I need your body where I could stash it

Know I ain’t gonn make you my missis

Game he be my mistress

You just my toy I pick up, when my favorite one is missin

I make em french montana, pop that

Yoru cellphone, drop that

No instagram, start strippin maine

And when the money come out, don’t be alarmed

Know I got that

[Hook]

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up

Shoebox money and the lean we gonn get this up.

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