Box & Papers lyrics

[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 b*tches sick, askin' they self, why I made it
I'm most hated, but ya n*gga's favorite
I can't deal with the labels
But I f*ck with the bank
Walk in, need two-fifty in cash just to put on my chain
What the f*ck did you think?
All this hе say, rah-rah sh*t
Took me right to the safe
And I fill up my drink
42 mixеd with the pineapple
'Cause I like how that sh*t taste

[Verse]
Ooh, they say I'm sexy
I'm throwin' these hundreds, this sh*t get messy
I could never trust a b*tch
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*tch 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*tch you wasn't even there
Uh, yeah
"How you deal with the hate?"
I don't give a f*ck, I don't care
Yeah, b*tch 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*tches be jackin' my swag like my n*gga Harlow
They wanna book me for a show and I tell them call Cairo
Yeah, b*tch 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 b*tches sick, askin' they self, why I made it
I'm most hated, but ya n*gga's favorite
I can't deal with the labels
But I f*ck with the bank
Walk in, need two-fifty in cash just to put on my chain
What the f*ck did you think?
All this he say, rah-rah sh*t
Took me right to the safe
And I fill up my drink
42 mixed with the pineapple
'Cause I like how that sh*t taste