Birdman - Brown Paper Bag lyrics

[Intro] All brown paper bag (Uh-oh) All brown paper bag (Uh-oh) All brown, all brown Fill it up with ones [Chorus] All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones Fill it, fill it up with ones [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] I got that paper bag full of paper Bag full of kush Big chopper, I can hit you from a hundred foots What's happening Wardy? How you on it buddy? Them b**hes checking for me Tell them I'm with Swizz Swizzy They call me Wizzy Fizzy Holler back right now I'm busy I am the president You just play your position And I hope that door don't hit you Get up out of my office crawfish Don't let them sharkies get you This beat's a car collision Check out my car collection Yeah look at my rims hoe Mercedes with 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 [Chorus] X3 [Verse 2 - Birdman] Yeah, n***a Cook a whole, make it out a whole and a half b**h sh**, Birdman in a Benz with the duffle stuffed Got a chopper with a drum and one iced up Them people hot around my way but we don't give a f** We on the grind for the shine trying to come up A black MAC, black six, and a black Hummer Them thirteen hundreds, fourteen hundreds We be getting money Drop it off, get to work, n***a keep it running Garbage bag full of cash, n***a keep it coming In my hood red Phantom, n***a we be stunting Got the block blocked off, n***a we be hustling Brown duffle bag filled up with cash Sixteen years old with a brand new Jag' b**h [Chorus] 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***a know so I'm from the ghetto so Give me my pesos All brown paper bag I could fill it up with ones n***a fill it up with ones Hey fill it up with ones I bet that she's a stripper dancer, dancer, dancer Hey, hey stuff it in the thing dog Damn right, I be popping my collar In a all black Impala Making fiends want to holler Got the suede on my headrest Gold on my damn bracelet Hey triple gold n***a s**er I ain't riding thin You want me come and get me I'm in 360 (Ferrari man) Cash Money's with me [Chorus] X3 Like father, like son (repeat to fade)