Brown Paper Bag lyrics

by

Swizz Beatz


All brown paper bag (Uh-Oh)
All brown paper bag (Uh-Oh)
All brown all brown - Fi-Fi-Fill (Haha) it up wit' more

[Chorus]
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
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 choppa, I could hit you from a hundred foot
What's happenin' Wardy? How you want it, buddy?
Them b*tches 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 out my office crawfish
Don't let them sharkys get ya, this beat's a car collision
Check out my car collection, yeah, look at my rims, ho
Mercedes wit' them kidneys, nah, 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]
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Yeah, Birdman in a Benz with the duffel stuffed
Got a chopper with a drum and one iced up
Them people hot around my way, but we don't give a f*ck
We on the grind for the shine, tryna 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*gga, keep it runnin'
Garbage bag full of cash, n*gga, keep it comin'
In my hood, Red Phantom, n*gga, we be stuntin'
Got the block blocked off, n*gga, we be hustlin'
Brown duffel bag filled up with cash
Sixteen years old with a brand new Jag, b*tch

[Chorus]
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]
Now, now, now, money, cars, clothes, ho's, all a n*gga know so
I'm from the ghetto, so give me my pesos
All brown paper bag, I could fill it up with ones
n*gga, fill it up with ones, hey, fill it up with ones
I think that she's a stripper, dancer, dancer, dancer
Dancer, ayy, stuff it in the thang dog
Damn right I be poppin' my collar
In a all black Impala, make them fiends wanna holla
Got the suade on my headrest, gold on my damn rims
Ayy, triple gold link, sucka, I ain't ridin' thin
You want me? Come and get me
I'm in 360 (Ferrari, man), Cash Money's with me
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