Old Shoebox Money

[Chorus]
Old shoebox money, stacks smellin' funny (funny)
Bills so grimy, lookin' like they moldy, honey (honey)
Flippin' dirty paper, never clean, no laundry (nah)
Runnin' up the digits, got the past all on me (on me)
[Verse 1]
Cracked sole hustle, walked miles for the bankroll (uh)
Streets taught lessons, never learned it out the Kinko's (fax)
Pocket full of Jacksons, folded up like taco meat (meat)
Shoebox stash, had the rats thinkin' it's a feast (skrrt)
Flippin' through the stacks, pages of a dirty novel (filthy)
Every bill's a chapter, writin' out my street survival (uh-huh)
Rubber bands snap, holdin' stress like a therapist (pop)
Old money talks, whisperin' sins, it’s arrogant
[Chorus]
Old shoebox money, stacks smellin' funny (funny)
Bills so grimy, lookin' like they moldy, honey (honey)
Flippin' dirty paper, never clean, no laundry (nah)
Runnin' up the digits, got the past all on me (on me)
[Prechorus]
Countin' up the green, hands dusty, smell the mildew (mildew)
Every crease a scar, every fold’s somethin' I been through (facts)
[Verse 2]
Crispy ones? Nah, this money been through storms (storms)
Tucked inside the shoebox, Adidas shell worn (worn)
Got a Franklin from the '90s, still flexin' with the history (old)
A dollar ain't a dollar when it's soaked in misery (nah)
Old heads nod, see the grind in the wrinkles (wrinkles)
Pistol by the stash, don’t test the man who thinks lethal (uh)
Shoebox secrets, every bill got a soul (s

hip hop, headphone-ready vibe., creating a cold, rap, bass-heavy, head-nodding trap with layered ad libs and a slick new york flow. male vocals. 808s thump under a moody piano loop, grimy