DJ Khaled, Jeezy, Juelz Santana, Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, Rick Ross - Brown Paper Bag lyrics

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

Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
Brown Paper Bag

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
AKA 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
I just know it so well, can't help but brag
Gold Mouth got 10, Mel Man got 3
It's just your luck the rap game got me
Hold up

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 gettin'
Brown paper bag money
This for my strippers gettin'
Black plastic bag money
We talkin' 'bout that bad money
That IRS can't tax money, ya dig me?

Just made a hundred of that
Brown paper bag money
I thank God for the mil' he prepared for me
Take care my fam and my little dog, money
Thank God for that brown paper bag, that

Brown Paper Bag (Thank God for that)
Brown Paper Bag (Boss, c'mon)
Brown Paper Bag (Thank God for that)
Brown Paper Bag (We the best)

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 and a nigga spent
That with a smile
Stackin' numbers at alarmin' rates
White house
Still move a brick of raw 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 million 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

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

Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
Brown Paper Bag
Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
Brown Paper Bag

Practice make 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
And 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 run
They 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

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

Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
Brown Paper Bag
Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
Brown Paper Bag

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 beside 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?
That

Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
Brown Paper Bag