Box & Papers

[Intro] I don't even wanna think about it Why everybody think money solve they problems? No, you cannot buy loyalty What's forgiven is never forgotten [Chorus] Yeah, call my jeweler Need that plain jane, box and papers, uh, yeah Baby, these not SI's, brand new foreign for a test drive The jet ain't got no Wi-Fi, 50k just on vacation (Uh, yeah) Why they hatin'? Got these bitches sick, askin' they self, why I made it I'm most hated, but ya nigga's favorite I can't deal with the labels But I fuck with the bank Walk in, need two-fifty in cash just to put on my chain What the fuck did you think? All this hе say, rah-rah shit Took me right to the safe And I fill up my drink 42 mixеd with the pineapple 'Cause I like how that shit taste [Verse] Ooh, they say I'm sexy I'm throwin' these hundreds, this shit get messy I could never trust a bitch Doin' donuts in the whip (Yeah) This ain't no Tesla Walk in bless 'em with my presence, uh Baby, Merry Christmas Pockets so full when I limp I need crutches This Backwood bussin', bitch these Russians, uh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah They be like "How you do that there?" They ask me baby, "How you so viral? I see you everywhere" Yeah, love it how you wear your braids, they copy all your hair When I popped out, bitch you wasn't even there Uh, yeah "How you deal with the hate?" I don't give a fuck, I don't care Yeah, bitch pass me the bottle Pull up in new auto I'm sittin' real pretty, I'm sippin' moscato I call up the vado, tell him we need that two for six And we'll see him tomorrow Yeah, I hopped off a jet and I land in Chicago These bitches be jackin' my swag like my nigga Harlow They wanna book me for a show and I tell them call Cairo Yeah, bitch I'm doing well, I get money like Fargo [Chorus] Yeah, call my jeweler Need that plain jane, box and papers, uh, yeah Baby this not SI's, brand new foreign for a test drive The jet ain't got no Wi-Fi, 50k just on vacation (Uh, yeah) Why they hatin'? Got these bitches sick, askin' they self, why I made it I'm most hated, but ya nigga's favorite I can't deal with the labels But I fuck with the bank Walk in, need two-fifty in cash just to put on my chain What the fuck did you think? All this he say, rah-rah shit Took me right to the safe And I fill up my drink 42 mixed with the pineapple 'Cause I like how that shit taste