Sean Garrett - In Da Box Feat. Rick Ross

Lyrics to In Da Box Feat. Rick Ross by Sean Garrett

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