Brown Paper Bag

DJ Khaled! We the best!

Nigga, we the best, man!

Listen!

Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money

You niggas really wanna talk money?

Shit real, that's all I can tell 'em

Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em

(Brown Paper Bag)They call for that

(Brown Paper Bag)

Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights

Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white

They used to call me the Pyrex kid

A.K.A. Young Arm & Hammer

In the kitchen with the pots, yeah I work the glass

Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah I work 'em tass

And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all

Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all

Just two words nigga, duffle bag

Just know it so well, can't help but brag

Gold mouth for 10, mail man got 3

It's just yo' luck the rap game got me, hold up

Here we go again

Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs

And the bad bitches all on him

Cause the cars that he drive are all foreign

The game is mine, I'm so far in

I'm speaking with an accent who just caught twin

Can't even relax in my room

That brown paper bag money push my matress through the roof

This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money

This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money

We talkin' 'bout that bad money

That IRS, K Tax money, ya dig me?

Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money

I thank God for the mill he prepared for me

Take care my fam and my little dog, money

Thank god for that brown paper bag, that

(Brown Paper Bag) Thank God for that

(Brown Paper Bag, Brown Paper Bag)

Thank God for that (Brown Paper Bag)

Just pulled over in my CM 5

Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide

Got 20 in the trunk, you can bet me five

20 minutes and they dump, I'm a let these fly

We the best! Look at what we drive

Got pic-nic tables on my lap, gettin' high

In the back of the Maybach, and it cost five

Hundred thou on a nigga, spent that with a smile

Stackin' numbers at alarming rates

White house, still move brick of law in a day

I'm that Bin Laden boy, I'll bomb ya state

I ain't come to stay, I got a postbar and a date

Two leaving in a bag, ain't one to brag

You don't know the feelin' when the villain peelin' in a Jag

Just starin' at the ceilin', ten woman at your pad

I was at the center, now I see villain just in fact, I'm a Boss

Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money

It feels good to be Young Money, Cash Money

Rehab, I'm addicted to fast money

I got stacks of rubber bands up in that

(Brown Paper Bag) Ya dig?

(Brown Paper Bag, Brown Paper Bag)

(Brown Paper Bag)

Practice makes perfect, I'm relaxing at rehearsal

I'm a mothafuckin professional, like Hershel

Walker, the talk of the game, is I

But I wonder will they still be talkin' after I die

But that's not important, money's more important

Understand I been in that water like I was snorklin'

Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin

Miami, Khaled took me in like an orphan

Why did they start him, now they can't park him

I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent

Lamborghini dark tint, philly blunt cigar scent

I'm by myself to niggas running mouths like auctions

T Streets my brotha, V V's my brotha

And we stay on point like a fuckin box cutter

Ya heard what I say, muhfucka did I studder

With my brown paper bag here to represent the hustle, I'm out

Coka baby, man you know I already had money

Definition of that brown paper bag money

Try front and I'll zip you in a bag, money

For tha cash, I'll blast anybody, that

(Brown Paper Bag) That, That, That, That

(Brown Paper Bag) Thank God for that

(Brown Paper Bag, Brown Paper Bag)

Ya'll niggas want coka music

Lacostra Nostra flow, show ya how to do this

Pin it so easy, a cavenigga do it

Nigga, we simply the best, don't confuse it

I confuse it, critics be hatin'

Best album yet, don't give me the same ratin'

I'm waitin top of rap rushmore

Edge of stone, right beside [? ]

Unsure, anythings possible

4 mill spent, bought out the art [? ]

I'm Picasso, in a Versace suit

Don't worry my nigga, Khaled I got you

Not just cause I want to, cause I got to

Put the squad on your back, the impossible

It's only logical to spit it from the heart

Brown Paper bag, who else but Joey got that

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