Box & Papers (Explicit) - Coi Leray

Lyrics by：Ljay Currie/Coi Leray/Joel Banks/Taylor Banks/Diego Avendano/German Valdes

Composed by：Ljay Currie/Coi Leray/Joel Banks/Taylor Banks/Diego Avendano/German Valdes

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

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 b***hes sick

Askin' they self

Why I made it

I'm most hated

But ya n***a's favorite

I can't deal with the labels

But I f**k with the bank

Walk in

Need two-fifty in cash just to put on my chain

What the f**k did you think

All this he say

Rah-rah s**t

Took me right to the safe

And I fill up my drink

42 mixed with the pineapple

'Cause I like how that s**t taste

Ooh

They say I'm sexy

I'm throwin' these hundreds

This s**t get messy

I could never trust a b***h

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'

B***h 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

B***h you wasn't even there

Uh

Yeah

How you deal with the hate

I don't give a f**k

I don't care

Yeah

B***h 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 b***hes be jackin' my swag like my n***a Harlow

They wanna book me for a show and I tell them call Cairo

Yeah

B***h I'm doing well

I get money like Fargo

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 b***hes sick

Askin' they self

Why I made it

I'm most hated

But ya n***a's favorite

I can't deal with the labels

But I f**k with the bank

Walk in

Need two-fifty in cash just to put on my chain

What the f**k did you think

All this he say

Rah-rah s**t

Took me right to the safe

And I fill up my drink

42 mixed with the pineapple

'Cause I like how that s**t taste