In Da Box Lyrics - 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, multi, .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 aint 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) 

Im 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 

Im-Im-Im 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 im Nicky Barnes 

Might blow a hundred racks, fuck up two hundred thou 

Put you on yo feet the bently just to roll around (roll around) 

Members only, im 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 aint 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 

Aint 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