Swizz Beatz - Brown Paper Bag lyrics

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 b*atch!) 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 b**hes 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, n***a Cook a whole, make it out a whole and a half b**h! 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 f** 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 n***a keep it runnin' Garbage bag full of cash n***a keep it comin' In my hood Red Phantom n***a we be stuntin' Got the block blocked off n***a we be hustlin' Brown duffel bag filled up with cash 16 years old with a brand new, Jag b**h! [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 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 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 n***a, s**a, I ain't ridin' thin You want me come and get me I'm in 360 (Ferrari, man) Cash Money's with me