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Brown Paper Bag

DJ Khaled

We The Best

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Tekst piosenki
[Pre-Hook 1: Young Jeezy] 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 [Hook: Dre] Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that) Brown Paper Bag [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] 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, duffel bag Just know it so well, can't help but brag Gold mouth for 10, mail man got 3 It's just your luck the rap game got me, hold up [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] 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 drives are all foreign The game is mine, I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent you just caught wind Can't even relax in my room That brown paper bag money push my mattress 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 can't tax money, ya dig me? [Pre-Hook 2: Rick Ross] 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 [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] 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'mma 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 alarmin' rates White house, still move brick of ron 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 [Pre-Hook 3: Lil Wayne] 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 [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Practice makes perfect, I'm relaxing at rehearsal I'm a mothafuckin' professional, like Herschel 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 cause niggas running mouths like auctions T-Street's my brother, FeFe's my brother And we stay on point like a fucking box cutter Ya heard what I say, mothafucka did I stutter With my brown paper bag here to represent the hustle, I'm out [Pre-Hook 4: Fat Joe] 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 [Hook x2] [Verse 5: Fat Joe] Ya'll niggas want coca music Lacostra Nostra flow, show ya how to do this Pin it so easy, a caveman could do it Nigga, we simply the best, don't confuse it I confuse it, critics be hating Best album yet, don't give me the same rating I'm waiting top of Rap Rushmore Etched in stone, right side Pun's noy Unsure, anythings possible 4 mill spent, bought out the Art Basel 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 Joe the God? [Hook]
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