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(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 Letras de cancionesThe 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 From Letras Mania