Brown Paper Bag Lyrics & Tabs by Birdman & Lil Wayne
Brown Paper Bag
guitar chords 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
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)
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 on it buddy?
Dem b*****s checkin' for me
Tell 'em I'm wit' Swizz Swizzy
They call me Wizzy Fizzy
Holla back right now I'm busy
Tell 'em I'm wit' Swizz Swizzy
They call me Wizzy Fizzy
Holla back right now I'm busy
I am the president
You jus' 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 hoe
Mercades 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
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
Gotta chopper wit' a drum and one iced up
Them people hot around my way but we don't give a f**k
We on the grind for the shine tryna come up
A black mack, black six, 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 wit' cash
Sixteen years old wit' a brand new Jag b***h!
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
Gimmie my pesos
All brown paper bag
I could fill it up wit' ones
N***a fill it up wit' ones
Hey fill it up wit' ones?????? 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
Sucka I ain't ridin' thin
You want me come and get me
I'm in 360 (Ferrari man)
Ca$h Money's wit' me!
Like father, like son (repeat to fade)
