Rick Ross - In Da Box lyrics

[Intro: Sean Garrett] Can you compare money, not not really though Yeah you want my shawty, can't can't get her though Brag brag brag about how big your house is…patio Ask your girl what we did? We just smashed on the radio [Hook: Sean Garrett] She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby Baby when I got her in the box She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs around on my neck and keep them locked She, she, she like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby Baby when I got her in the box She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs around on my neck and keep them locked We just smashed on the radio [Verse 1: Sean Garrett] Just got to miami, touch down from them grammys First stop king of diamonds, hope them b**hes ready Yup I pull up in that no top, gave them all a headache Told the girl I need them racks on racks and damn it I need that in a hurry Shawty flirting while she workin trying us to get them behind them curtains She said the word is that I make that paper fly like michael jordan I say well you know? Free throw, mota, zero, gotta make sure all the girls eat though But she mad, but she mad, that she know, I got, I got, a girl, a girl at home She don't, she don't, she don't care, all she said is get up here She got you n***a, that ain't fair I want you to be mine, yeah [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm accustomed to custom Cussin' at customs, treat my whip like my sneakers Once I scuff em it's nothing I get money in bundles hustle for scoops in the summer I'm I'm I'm making her wet, so she's making a puddle She resembles a model, s**y and slender as Tyra I just set you on fire, sweating your name and your number She got a mean walk, I let my c.r.e.a.m. talk Pent house sweet, jack and the beanstalk Swear she's a dime piece, nothing but vickys on Two pinky rings, tricking like I'm Nicky Barnes Might blow a hundred racks f** a 200 thou' Put you on your feet, the Bentley just to roll around Members only, I'm talking baller status LeBron numbers cribs in Atlanta to Dallas Back to the 305 kisses staring in my eyes It's time to tat my name inside your inner thigh [Hook] [Verse 3: Sean Garrett] She call me her baby, I like to call her squirter She do things them things that virgins ain't never heard of She no scream my name unless I hurt her Get from my RV n***a But in the box she call me murder I like to call her Jackie O, presidential on hold Anything that I gotta get done, she get down and do it for me Ain't gotta never worry about shootin' off cause she gonna shoot it for me She take that pistol from it co*k it like she own it [Hook]