OhGeesy, Mozzy - Shoebox lyrics

(Money Musik)
(Money done geeked on this motherfucker)

Shoebox, stuff it up with Band-Aids
The rackades
Trap stay open, it don't close like a café
Two bricks of white
They like Mary-Kate and Ashley
Nothin' but that pressure if you
Look up in my ashtray
Shoebox, stuff it up with Band-Aids
The rackades
Trap stay open, it don't close like a café
Two bricks of white
They like Mary-Kate and Ashley
Nothin' but that pressure if you
Look up in my ashtray

Ayy, so I'm slidin' to the pad (To the crib)
'Cause my son, yeah, he wanna see his dad
Ayy, then I'm slidin' to a bag
'Cause you know I'm all about that cash
'Bout that guinap
Bad model bitch, she give mе tinop
Gangster like Lennox jеfe, call the shinots
Used to move the blinocks
Took me to the tizzop
Ice cream man, but my name
It ain't no Wizzop
Geesy, he cold, that nigga icy
The one who from LA, not the
A, I think they like me, ayy
Geesy, he cold, that nigga icy
The one who from LA, not the
A, I think they like me, ayy

Shoebox, stuff it up with Band-Aids
The rackades
Trap stay open, it don't close like a café
Two bricks of white
They like Mary-Kate and Ashley
Nothin' but that pressure if you
Look up in my ashtray
Shoebox, stuff it up with Band-Aids
The rackades
Trap stay open, it don't close like a café
Two bricks of white
They like Mary-Kate and Ashley
Nothin' but that pressure if you
Look up in my ashtray (yeah)

High-rise bigger, these niggas sellin' dope
Million dollar operation off this celly phone
"Let's get rich off your punani
" what I tell these hoes
Lookin' for a captain save a
I can't help you hoes
You ain't tryna get stripped
For you lil' chip
Then what you tell me for?
You ain't tryna get rich
You sellin' zips and should be sellin' 'bows
Ask me for a stick, he out here funkin'
I can't tell him no
Fucked her on occasions, then replaced her
She can't let it go
Hella stones, neckwear resemble Eskimos
Gas house, boobytrap, smell like Texaco
Passports, somethin' 'bout them
Whores from Mexico
I'm the one they checkin' with
I'm not the one they checkin' on

Shoebox, stuff it up with Band-Aids
The rackades
Trap stay open, it don't close like a café
Two bricks of white
They like Mary-Kate and Ashley
Nothin' but that pressure if you
Look up in my ashtray
Shoebox, stuff it up with Band-Aids
The rackades
Trap stay open, it don't close like a café
Two bricks of white
They like Mary-Kate and Ashley
Nothin' but that pressure if you
Look up in my ashtray