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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 biatch!) 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 on it buddy? Dem b*tches 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 [Hook x3] [Verse 2 - Birdman] Yea, n*gga Cook a whole, make it out a whole and a half b*tch! 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 f*ck 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 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 wit' cash Sixteen years old wit' a brand new Jag b*tch! [Hook x2] [Verse 3 - Swizz Beats] Get it up In the air Get it up In the air N-N-N-Now money cars clothes hoes All a n*gga know so I'm from the ghetto so Gimmie my pesos All brown paper bag I could fill it up wit' ones N*gga fill it up wit' ones Hey fill it up wit' ones (?) 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*gga Sucka I ain't ridin' thin You want me come and get me I'm in 360 (Ferrari man) Ca$h Money's wit' me! [Hook x3] Like father, like son (repeat to fade) |