Box & Papers Lyrics

Box & Papers - Coi Leray

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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 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

[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