[Intro]
All brown paper bag (Uh-oh)
All brown paper bag (Uh-oh)
All brown, all brown
Fill it up with ones
[Chorus]
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it, fill it up with ones
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got that paper bag full of paper
Bag full of kush
Big chopper, I can hit you from a hundred foots
What's happening Wardy?
How you on it buddy?
Them b**hes checking for me
Tell them I'm with Swizz Swizzy
They call me Wizzy Fizzy
Holler back right now I'm busy
I am the president
You just play your position
And I hope that door don't hit you
Get up out of my office crawfish
Don't let them sharkies get you
This beat's a car collision
Check out my car collection
Yeah look at my rims hoe
Mercedes with 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
[Chorus] X3
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Yeah, n***a
Cook a whole, make it out a whole and a half b**h
sh**, Birdman in a Benz with the duffle stuffed
Got a chopper with a drum and one iced up
Them people hot around my way but we don't give a f**
We on the grind for the shine trying to come up
A black MAC, black six, and a black Hummer
Them thirteen hundreds, fourteen hundreds
We be getting money
Drop it off, get to work, n***a keep it running
Garbage bag full of cash, n***a keep it coming
In my hood red Phantom, n***a we be stunting
Got the block blocked off, n***a we be hustling
Brown duffle bag filled up with cash
Sixteen years old with a brand new Jag' b**h
[Chorus] X2
[Verse 3 - Swizz Beats]
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
Give me my pesos
All brown paper bag
I could fill it up with ones
n***a fill it up with ones
Hey fill it up with ones
I bet that she's a stripper dancer, dancer, dancer
Hey, hey stuff it in the thing dog
Damn right, I be popping my collar
In a all black Impala
Making fiends want to holler
Got the suede on my headrest
Gold on my damn bracelet
Hey triple gold n***a
s**er I ain't riding thin
You want me come and get me
I'm in 360 (Ferrari man)
Cash Money's with me
[Chorus] X3
Like father, like son (repeat to fade)