Brown Paper Bag

DJ Khaled! We the best!
 Nigga, we the best, man!
 Listen!
 Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
 You niggas really wanna talk money?
 Shit real, that's all I can tell 'em
 Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em
 (Brown Paper Bag)They call 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
 A.K.A. Young Arm & Hammer
 In the kitchen with the pots, yeah I work the glass
 Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah I work 'em tass
 And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all
 Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all
 Just two words nigga, duffle bag
 Just know it so well, can't help but brag
 Gold mouth for 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 bitches all on him
 Cause the cars that he drive 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 matress through the roof
 This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
 This for my strippers 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 mill he 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'm a let these fly
 We the best! Look at what we drive
 Got pic-nic tables on my lap, gettin' high
 In the back of the Maybach, and it cost five
 Hundred thou on a nigga, spent that with a smile
 Stackin' numbers at alarming rates
 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 postbar and a date
 Two leaving in a 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) Ya dig?
 (Brown Paper Bag, Brown Paper Bag)
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 Practice makes perfect, I'm relaxing at rehearsal
 I'm a mothafuckin 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
 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 blunt cigar scent
 I'm by myself to niggas running mouths like auctions
 T Streets my brotha, V V's my brotha
 And we stay on point like a fuckin box cutter
 Ya heard what I say, muhfucka did I studder
 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 tha cash, I'll blast anybody, that
 (Brown Paper Bag) That, That, That, That
 (Brown Paper Bag) Thank God for that
 (Brown Paper Bag, Brown Paper Bag)
 Ya'll niggas want coka music
 Lacostra Nostra flow, show ya how to do this
 Pin it so easy, a cavenigga do it
 Nigga, 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 [? ]
 Unsure, anythings possible
 4 mill spent, bought out the art [? ]
 I'm Picasso, in a Versace suit
 Don't worry my nigga, 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
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