"In Da Box" lyrics - Rick Ross

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"In Da Box" lyrics

In Da Box Lyrics – Sean Garrett (Ft. Rick Ross)

Can you count dat money, nah not really tho
Yeah you want my Shawty, can’t can’t get her tho
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 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 my neck and keep em locked
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 my neck and keep em locked
We just smashed on the radio

Just got to Miami, touch down from the Grammys
First stop king of diamonds, hope them bitches ready
Check my pull up in the no top, 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 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 nigga, that ain’t fair
I want you to be mine, yeah

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 my neck and keep em locked
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 my neck and keep em locked
We just smashed on the radio

I’m accustomed to custom
Cussin at customer, treat my whips like my sneakers
Once I scuff ‘em it’s nothing, BOSS
I get money in bundles, hustles for scoops in the summer
I’m making her wet, so she’s making a puddle
She resembles a model, sexy and slender as Tyra

I should set you on fire, sweating your name and your number
She got a mean walk, I let my cream talk
Penthouse suite, Jack in the beanstalk
That’s why she’s a dime piece, nothing but Vicky zone
2 pinky rings, trick it like im Nicky Barnes
Might blow a hundred racks, f*** up 200 thous.
Put you on your feet, Bentley just to roll around
Members only, I’m talking baller status
Lebron numbers, cribs in Atlanta to 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 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 my neck and keep em locked
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 my neck and keep em locked
We just smashed on the radio

She call me her baby, I like to call her squirter
She do thangs, them thangs that virgins aint never heard of
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, 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 me

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 my neck and keep em locked
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 my neck and keep em locked
We just smashed on the radio.



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