Brown Paper Bag

All brown paper bag (Uh-oh) All brown paper bag (Uh-oh) All brown all brown Fi-fi-fill (Ha ha) it up wit' more All brown paper bag Fill it up wit' ones (Like father, like son bitch!) All brown paper bag (what they gon' do) 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 What's happenin' wodie? How you want it buddy? Dem bitches 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 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 All brown paper bag Fill it up wit' ones Fill it, fill it up wit' ones All brown paper bag Fill it up wit' ones Fill it, fill it up wit' ones All brown paper bag Fill it up wit' ones Fill it, fill it up wit' ones Yea, nigga Cook a whole, make it out a whole and a half bitch! 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 fuck 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 nigga keep it runnin' Garbage bag full of cash nigga keep it comin' In my hood Red Phantom nigga we be stuntin' Got the block blocked off nigga we be hustlin' Brown duffel bag filled up wit' cash Sixteen years old wit' a brand new Jag bitch! All brown paper bag Fill it up wit' ones Fill it, fill it up wit' ones All brown paper bag Fill it up wit' ones Fill it, fill it up wit' ones All brown paper bag Fill it up wit' ones Fill it, fill it up wit' ones All brown paper bag Fill it up wit' ones Fill it, fill it up wit' ones N, n, n, now money cars clothes hoes All a nigga know so I'm from the ghetto so Gimmie my pesos All brown paper bag Sucka' fill it up wit' ones Nigga fill it up wit' ones Hey fill it up wit' ones I think that she's a strip 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 suede on my headrest Gold on my damn rims Hey triple gold paint Sucka I ain't ridin' thin You want me come and get me I'm in three sixty (Ferrari man) Cash Money's wit' me! All brown paper bag Fill it up wit' ones Fill it, fill it up wit' ones All brown paper bag Fill it up wit' ones Fill it, fill it up wit' ones All brown paper bag Fill it up wit' ones Fill it, fill it up wit' ones (Like father, like son) --- Brown Paper Bag - Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled, Rick Ross and Jeezy