Versuri Brown Paper Bag

DJ Khaled, we the best 
Nigga, we the best, man, listen 
 
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, come on 
 
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 task 
And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all 
Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all 
 
Just two words nigga, duffle bag 
I just know it so well, can't help but brag 
Gold mouth got 10, mail man got 3 
It's just yo' 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 who just caught twin 
Can't even relax in my room 
That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof 
 
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money 
This for my trippers getting black plastic bag money 
We talkin' 'bout that bad money 
That IRS, K Tax money, ya dig me? 
 
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money 
I thank God for the mill 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 
 
Brown paper bag 
(Thank God for that) 
Brown paper bag 
 
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'ma let these fly 
 
We the best, look at what we drive 
Got picnic tables on my lap, gettin' high 
In the back of the Maybach and it cost five 
Hundred thou on a nigga, spent that with a smile 
 
Stackin' numbers that alarm and race 
White house, still move brick of law in a day 
I'm that Bin Laden, boy, I'll bomb ya state 
I ain't come to stay, I got a post bar and a date 
 
Two million in the 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 
Brown paper bag 
Brown paper bag 
Brown paper bag 
 
Practice makes perfect, I'm relaxing at rehearsal 
I'm a mothafuckin' professional, like Hershel 
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 bustin' Carson 
I'm by myself to niggas running mouths like auctions 
 
T Streets my brotha, V V's my brotha 
And we stay on point like a fuckin' box cutter 
Ya heard what I say, muhfucka? Sid 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 tha cash, I'll blast anybody that 
 
Brown paper bag 
Brown paper bag 
Brown paper bag 
Brown paper bag 
 
Y'all niggas want coka music 
La Costra Nostra flow, show ya how to do this 
Pin it so easy, cave nigga doin' 
Nigga, we simply the best, don't confuse it 
 
I confuse it, critics be hatin' 
Best album yet, don't give me the same ratin' 
I'm waitin' top of rap Rushmore 
Edge of stone, right beside puns war 
 
Unsure, anything's possible 
4 mill spent, bought out the art class u 
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 Joey got that 
 
Brown paper bags 
Brown paper bags