In da Box (feat. Rick Ross)

Can you compare money, nah, not really though Yeah you want my shawty, can't, can't get her though Brag about how big your house is, patio Ask your girl what we did? We just smashed on the radio She like to call me babe, babe, babe, babe Baby when I got her in da box She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs Her legs around my neck and keep 'em locked She like to call me babe, babe, babe, babe Baby when I got her in da box She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs Her legs around my neck and keep 'em locked Just got to Miami, touch down from the Grammys First stop king of diamonds, hope them bitches ready Yep, I pulled up in that no top, gave 'em all a headache Tell the girl I need them racks on racks And damn it I need that in a hurry Shawty flirting while she workin' Tryin' her best to keep me behind them curtains She said the word is that I make that paper fly like Michael Jordan I say well you know, free throw, multi, zero Gotta make sure all the girls eat though, but she mad, she know I got a girl at home, she don't care, all she said is get up here She got you nigger, that ain't fair I want you to be mine She like to call me babe, babe, babe, babe Baby when I got her in da box She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs Her legs around my neck and keep 'em locked She like to call me babe, babe, babe, babe Baby when I got her in da box She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs Her legs around my neck and keep 'em locked I'm accustomed to custom, cussin' at customers, treat my whips Like my sneakers once I scuff 'em it's nothin' I get money in bundles hustles for scoops in the summer I'm making her wet, so she making a puddle She resembles a model, sexy and slender as Tyra I should set you on fire, sweatin' your name and your number She got a mean walk, I let my green talk Penthouse suite, jack in the bean stock 'S why she's a damn piece, nothing but Vicky's on Two pinky rings, trickin like I'm Nicky Barnes Might blow a hundred racks fuck up 200 thou Put you on your feet, the Bentley just to roll around Members only, I'm talking baller status Lebron numbers cribs in that land of the Dallas Back to the 305 kisses, starin' in my eyes It's time to tat my name inside your inner thigh She like to call me babe, babe, babe, babe Baby when I got her in da box She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs Her legs around my neck and keep 'em locked She like to call me babe, babe, babe, babe Baby when I got her in da box She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs Her legs around my neck and keep 'em locked She call me her baby, I like to call her squirter She do things and thangs that virgins ain't never heard of She no scream my name unless I hurt her Get from my r&b neighbor, but in the box she call me murder I like to call her Jackie O, presidential only 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 me cock it like she own it She like to call me babe, babe, babe, babe Baby when I got her in da box She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs Her legs around my neck and keep 'em locked She like to call me babe, babe, babe, babe Baby when I got her in da box She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs Her legs around my neck and keep 'em locked