Brown Paper Bag
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Lyrics for Brown Paper Bag by Lil Wayne
Songwriters: Carter, D.P. Dad; Khaled, Khaled; Williams, B; Aponte, A; Dean, Kaseem
Ya heard what I say, muhfucka? Sid I stutter?
I confuse it, critics be hatin'
Brown paper bag
Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin
Lamborghini dark tint, Philly bustin' Carson
Why did they start him? Now they can't park him
Brown paper bag
And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all
Brown paper bag
Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money
Y'all niggas want coka music
Got 20 in the trunk, you can bet me five
20 minutes and they dump, I'ma let these fly
Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah, I work 'em task
Just pulled over in my CM 5
4 mill spent, bought out the art class u
Miami, Khaled took me in like an orphan
Brown paper bag
T Streets my brotha, V V's my brotha
Can't even relax in my room
Brown paper bag
And understand I been in that water like I was snorklin'
I'm that Bin Laden, boy, I'll bomb ya state
This for my trippers getting black plastic bag money
Brown paper bag
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
Brown paper bag
Unsure, anything's possible
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
Pin it so easy, cave nigga doin'
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
With my brown paper bag here to represent the hustle, I'm out
Not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to
I thank God for the mill he prepared for me
Brown paper bag
Take care my fam and my little dog, money
Walker, the talk of the game is I
Here we go again
Got picnic tables on my lap, gettin' high
And we stay on point like a fuckin' box cutter
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign
But I wonder will they still be talkin' after I die
I'm Picasso in a Versace suit
Brown paper bags
In the back of the Maybach and it cost five
Hundred thou on a nigga, spent that with a smile
Gold mouth got 10, mail man got 3
And the bad bitches all on him
Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs
Brown paper bag, who else but Joey got that
Definition of that brown paper bag money
It feels good to be Young Money, Cash Money
Try front and I'll zip you in a bag, money
In the kitchen with the pots, yeah, I work the glass
Rehab, I'm addicted to fast money
Shit real, that's all I can tell 'em
Just two words nigga, duffle bag
Stackin' numbers that alarm and race
Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
Put the squad on your back, the impossible
Don't worry, my nigga, Khaled, I got you
I'm waitin' top of rap Rushmore
Brown paper bag
I'm by myself to niggas running mouths like auctions
They used to call me the Pyrex kid aka Young Arm & Hammer
Best album yet, don't give me the same ratin'
You don't know the feelin' when the villain peelin' in a Jag
That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof
It's just yo' luck the rap game got me, hold up
Two million in the bag, ain't one to brag
Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights
(Thank God for that)
(Thank God for that)
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
I got stacks of rubber bands up in that
Coka baby, man, you know I already had money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
The game is mine, I'm so far in
Thank God for that brown paper bag, that
I just know it so well, can't help but brag
I'm a mothafuckin' professional, like Hershel
Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em, come on
La Costra Nostra flow, show ya how to do this
Just starin' at the ceilin', ten woman at your pad
Practice makes perfect, I'm relaxing at rehearsal
But that's not important, money's more important
That IRS, K Tax money, ya dig me?
Brown paper bag
Edge of stone, right beside puns war
Nigga, we simply the best, don't confuse it
(Thank God for that)
Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white
It's only logical to spit it from the heart
I was at the center, now I see villain just in fact, I'm a boss
Brown paper bag
We the best, look at what we drive
We talkin' 'bout that bad money
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Brown paper bag
White house, still move brick of law in a day
I'm speaking with an accent who just caught twin
For tha cash, I'll blast anybody that
I ain't come to stay, I got a post bar and a date

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