Brown Paper Bag

All brown paper bag (Uh-Oh)

All brown paper bag (Uh-Oh)

All brown all brown - Fi-Fi-Fill (Haha) it up wit' more

All brown paper bag -Fill it up wit' ones (Like Father, Like Son biatch!)

All brown paper bag - Fill it up wit' ones (Angel on the beat)

Fill it - Fill it up wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em)

I got that paper bag full of paper

Bag full of kush

Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots

Wha's happenin' Wardy?

How you on it buddy?

Dem b*****s checkin' for me

Tell 'em I'm wit' Swizz Swizzy

They call me Wizzy Fizzy

Holla back right now I'm busy

I am the president

You jus' play your position

And I hope that door don't hit ya

Get up outta my office crawfish

Don't let them sharkys get ya

This beat's a car collision

Check out my car collection

Yea look at my rims hoe

Mercades wit' them kidneys

Naw that's a Benzo

I don't pop them pills no

But I pop them rubber bands

Man I can get like fifty thousand in that brown bag

Yea, n***a

Cook a whole, make it out a whole and a half b***h!

Yea, Birdman in a Benz wit' the duffel stuffed

Gotta chopper wit' a drum and one iced up

Them people hot around my way but we don't give a f**k

We on the grind for the shine tryna come up

A black mack, black six, and a black Hummer

Them thirteen hundreds fourteen hundreds

We be gettin' money

Drop it off, get to work n***a keep it runnin'

Garbage bag full of cash n***a keep it comin'

In my hood Red Phantom n***a we be stuntin'

Got the block blocked off n***a we be hustlin'

Brown duffel bag filled up wit' cash

Sixteen years old wit' a brand new Jag b***h!

Get it up

In the air

Get it up

In the air

N-N-N-Now money cars clothes hoes

All a n***a know so

I'm from the ghetto so

Gimmie my pesos

All brown paper bag

I could fill it up wit' ones

N***a fill it up wit' ones

Hey fill it up wit' ones?????? Dancer Dancer Dancer

Hey hey stuff it in the thang dog

Damn right I be poppin' my collar

In a all black Impala

Makin' fiends wanna holla

Got the suade on my headrest

Gold on my damn bracelet

Hey triple gold n***a

Sucka I ain't ridin' thin

You want me come and get me

I'm in 360 (Ferrari man)

Ca$h Money's wit' me!

Like father, like son (repeat to fade)