All brown paper bag (Uh-Oh)
All brown paper bag (Uh-Oh)
All brown all brown - Fi-Fi-Fill (Haha) it up wit' more
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
All brown paper bag -Fill it up wit' ones (Like Father, Like Son b*atch!)
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)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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 want it, buddy?
Them b**hes checkin' for me, tell 'em I'm with Swizz Swizzy
They call me Wizzy Fizzy, holla back, right now I'm busy
I am the president, you just 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, ho
Mercedes 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
[Hook x3]
[Verse 2: Birdman]
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
Got a chopper wit' 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 tryin' to come up
A black MAC, black 6, 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 with cash
16 years old with a brand new, Jag b**h!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]
Get it up, in the air
Get it up, in the air
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 think that she's a stripper, dancer, 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, s**a, I ain't ridin' thin
You want me come and get me
I'm in 360 (Ferrari, man) Cash Money's with me