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Brown Paper Bag

DJ Khaled, we the best

***, we the best, man, listen

Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money

You *** really wanna talk money?

*** real, that's all I can tell 'em

Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em, come on

Brown paper bag

(Thank God for that)

Brown paper bag

Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights

Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white

They used to call me the Pyrex kid aka Young Arm & Hammer

In the kitchen with the pots, yeah, I work the glass

Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah, I work 'em task

And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all

Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all

Just two words ***, duffle bag

I just know it so well, can't help but brag

Gold mouth got 10, mail man got 3

It's just yo' luck the rap game got me, hold up

Here we go again

Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs

And the bad *** all on him

'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign

The game is mine, I'm so far in

I'm speaking with an accent who just caught twin

Can't even relax in my room

That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof

This for my *** getting brown paper bag money

This for my trippers getting black plastic bag money

We talkin' 'bout that bad money

That IRS, K Tax money, ya dig me?

Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money

I thank God for the meal you prepared for me

Take care my fam' and my little dog, money

Thank God for that brown paper bag, that

Brown paper bag

(Thank God for that)

Brown paper bag

Brown paper bag

(Thank God for that)

Brown paper bag

Just pulled over in my CM 5

Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide

Got 20 in the trunk, you can bet me five

20 minutes and they dump, I'ma let these fly

We the best, look at what we drive

Got picnic tables on my lap, gettin' high

In the back of the Maybach and it cost five

Hundred thou' on a ***, spent that with a smile

Stackin' numbers that alarm and race

White house, still move brick of law in a day

I'm that Bin Laden, boy, I'll bomb ya state

I ain't come to stay, I got a post bar and a date

Two million in the bag, ain't one to brag

You don't know the feelin' when the villain peelin' in a Jag

Just starin' at the ceilin', ten woman at your pad

I was at the center, now I see villain just in fact, I'm a boss

Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money

It feels good to be Young Money, Cash Money

Rehab, I'm addicted to fast money

I got stacks of rubber bands up in that

Brown paper bag

Brown paper bag

(Thank God for that)

Brown paper bag

Brown paper bag

Practice makes perfect, I'm relaxing at rehearsal

I'm a motha*** professional like Hershel

Walker, the talk of the game is I

But I wonder will they still be talkin' after I die

But that's not important, money's more important

And understand I been in that water like I was snorklin'

Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin

Miami, Khaled took me in like an orphan

Why did they start him? Now they can't park him

I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent

Lamborghini dark tint, Philly bustin' Carson

I'm by myself to *** running mouths like auctionists

T Streets my brotha, V V's my brotha

And we stay on point like a *** box cutter

Ya heard what I say, ***? Did I stutter?

With my brown paper bag here to represent the hustle, I'm out

Coka baby, man, you know I already had money

Definition of that brown paper bag money

Try front and I'll zip you in a bag, money

For the cash, I'll blast anybody that

Brown paper bag

Brown paper bag

(Thank God for that)

Brown paper bag

Brown paper bag

Y'all *** want coka music

La Costra Nostra flow, show ya how to do this

Pin it so easy, cave *** doin'

***, we simply the best, don't confuse it

I confuse it, critics be hatin'

Best album yet, don't give me the same ratin'

I'm waitin' top of rap Rushmore

Edge of stone, right beside puns war

Unsure, anything's possible

4 mill spent, bought out the art classu

I'm Picasso in a Versace suit

Don't worry, my ***, Khaled, I got you

Not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to

Put the squad on your back, the impossible

It's only logical to spit it from the heart

Brown paper bag, who else but Joey got that

Brown paper bags

Brown paper bags

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