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Can you compare money? Not not really though

Yeah you want my shawty, cant cant get her though

Bra-bra-brag about how big yo house is, patio

Ask yo girl wut we did (we just smashed on the radio)

[Chorus (x2)]

She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, baby when I got her in the box

She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs

(her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs around my neck and keep em' locked

[Verse 1]

Just got to Miami, touchdown from the grammys

First stop king of diamonds, h-h-hope them bitches ready

If I pull up in that no top, g-gave them all a headache

Told the girl I need them racks on racks and dammit I need that in a hurry

Shawty flirtin while she workin, tryna (convince me to get) behind them curtains

She said the word is that I make that paper fly like Michael Jordan

I said well, you know

Freethrow?..zeros, gotta make sure all the girls eat though

But she mad (but she mad) cuz she know, I got (I got) a girl (a girl) at home

She don't she don't she don't care, all she says is get up here

She got you nigga that ain't fair, I want you to be mine

[Chorus (x2)]

She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, baby when I got her in the box

She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs

(her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs around my neck and keep em' locked

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]

I'm accustomed to custom, cussin at customers

Treat my whips like my sneakers, once I scuff em its nothing

I get money in bundles, hustles for scoops in the summer

I'm-I'm-I'm makin her wet, so she makin a puddle

She resembles a model sexy and slender as Tyra

I should set you on fire sweatin ya name and ya number

She got a mean walk, I let my cream talk

Penthouse suite, jack and the beanstalk

Swear she's a dime piece, nothing but vickys on

Two pinky rings, trick it like I'm Nicky Barnes

Might blow a hundred racks, fuck up two hundred thou

Put you on yo feet the bitley just to roll around (roll around)

Members only, I'm talkin baller status

Lebron numbers, cribs in Atlanta to Dallas

Back to the 305, kissin starin in my eyes

Its time to tat my name inside ya inner thigh

[Chorus (x2)]

She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, baby when I got her in the box

She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs

(her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs around my neck and keep em' locked

[Verse 3]

She call me her baby, I like to call her squirter

She do things them things that v-v-virgins ain't never heard of

She no, sh-she no scream my name unless I hurt her

Yeah for my r&b nigga, but in the box she call me murder

I like to call her Jackie O (O) presidential on me

Anything that I gotta get done she get down and do it for me

Ain't gotta never worry bout shootin off cuz she gon shoot it for me

She take that pistol from me, c-c-cock it like she own me

[Chorus (x2)]

She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, baby when I got her in the box

She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs

(her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs around my neck and keep em' locked

Rick Ross и Sean Garrett - In da box – текст


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