Brown Paper Bag lyrics

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[Intro: Offset]
Zaytoven
Hah (Know what I mean?), pus*y
f*ck all these n*ggas man
Yeah, we havin' this sh*t too, n*gga
Yeah, young n*gga havin' this money and sh*t
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Yeah, yeah for real

[Chorus: Offset]
Brown (Brown), paper (Paper), bags (Bags, cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad (Smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that b*tch, when she f*cking, you going out sad (Sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That's your main b*tch? I was f*cking her first (Smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (Hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose (Flex)
These b*tches went missing when I was just hurtin' (These b*tches went missing, where, where?)
I put your b*tch on the Xan then put her on Perkys (Xanny xanny, perky perky)
That was a part of the plan, get millions is workin'

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset!
I'm 'bout to sign your b*tch (Sign her)
Let me remind ya b*tch (Remind ya)
I am a walkin' lick (Lick)
But I am with the sh*ts (I'm with it)
Click, click, click, click, shoot and I sprung my wrist (Blah)
Money is over a b*tch (Money)
Go to the mall in a Bentley (Wrrr)
Money is bigger than Winfrey's
Sippin' codeine out a Simply's
I do not f*ck with the enemy (No!)
30,000 to the dentist
Drums, thirty extensions (30)
We pull up where we got no (Bidness)
We f*ckin' these stars for fitness
Bankrolls are large, you feel me? (Large)
I'ma go get me a bag (Bag)
They gon' be bitter and mad (Mad)
They already know it's a fact (They know)
Go to the show with a gat
[Chorus: Offset]
Brown (Brown), paper (Paper), bags (Bags, cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad (Smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that b*tch, when she f*cking, you going out sad (Sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That's your main b*tch? I was f*cking her first (Smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (Hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose (Flex)
These b*tches went missing when I was just hurtin' (These b*tches went missing, where, where?)
I put your b*tch on the Xan then put her on Perkys (Xanny xanny, perky perky)
That was a part of the plan, get millions is workin'

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo
I put your b*tch on Henny, on Henny and Coca (Coca)
You saying your wrist is rocky, well I got some boulders (Rocky Balboa)
Ice on my neck, cold shoulder (Ice)
You talkin' 'bout modern day rap, but don't know the CULTURE
50 bands in the motor (Bands)
12 can't pull me over (Skrr)
Snowball, think it's polar
Hotline, Motorola (Brrrt)
Fancy b*tches, go get the bag, the baddest b*tches (Bad)
Age of 23, I was in the magazine, the Forbes edition (Forbes)
Brown paper bag (Oh)
When you get it make sure you count your racks (Racks, racks, woo)
[Chorus: Offset]
Brown (Brown), paper (Paper), bags (Bags, cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad (Smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that b*tch, when she f*cking, you going out sad (Sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That's your main b*tch? I was f*cking her first (Smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (Hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose (Flex)
These b*tches went missing when I was just hurtin' (These b*tches went missing, where, where?)
I put your b*tch on the Xan then put her on Perkys (Xanny xanny, perky perky)
That was a part of the plan, get millions is workin'

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Brown paper bag (Bag)
Wad full of cash (Cash)
Paparazzi flash
Jeweler gave me glass (Splash)
Never look back at my past
Sip slow and live fast (Actavis)
I ended up in first place but I swore a n*gga started last (I swear)
I was born empty-handed but a n*gga knew I had to get a bag (Knew it)
I was raised by my mama, so a n*gga never really had a dad (Never)
Remember that lick we had hit? (Yup)
Broke in and we found the stash (Okay)
20K right by the stand (20k)
Wrapped up in a brown paper bag (Ah man)
That wasn't part of the plan (Had to)
Take out the tape from the cam (Here)
No evidence on who I am (Nah)
'Cause I can't afford to get jammed (Uh-uh)
Cuffin' b*tches, I don't stand 'em (Nobody)
All my b*tches, yeah, I share 'em (b*tch)
f*ck 'em, but you gotta pay 'em (Pay up)
Break the bread up with the fam
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