Brown Paper Bag

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 want it, buddy? Them bitches 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 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, ho 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, nigga Cook a whole, make it out a whole and a half bitch! Yea, Birdman in a Benz wit' the duffel stuffed Got a chopper wit' a drum and one iced up Them people hot around my way but we don't give a fuck We on the grind for the shine tryin' to 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 nigga keep it runnin' Garbage bag full of cash nigga keep it comin' In my hood Red Phantom nigga we be stuntin' Got the block blocked off nigga we be hustlin' Brown duffel bag filled up with cash 16 years old with a brand new, Jag bitch! [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Swizz Beatz] Get it up, in the air Get it up, in the air Now money cars clothes hoes, all a nigga know so I'm from the ghetto so, give me my pesos All brown paper bag, I could fill it up with ones Nigga fill it up with ones, hey, fill it up with ones I think that she's a stripper, dancer, 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 nigga, sucka, I ain't ridin' thin You want me come and get me I'm in 360 (Ferrari, man) Cash Money's with me