In Da Box

[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 bitches 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 nigga, 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, sexy 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 fuck 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 nigga

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 cock it like she own it

[Hook]