Brown Paper Bag Lyrics

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Lyrics to Brown Paper Bag
Brown Paper Bag Video:
Hah, pussy
Fuck all these niggas man
Yeah we havin' this shit too nigga
Yeah young nigga havin' this money and shit
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, yeah yeah for real

Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me Dad (smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that bitch, when she fucking? you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That's your main bitch?, I was fucking her first (smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose
These bitches went missing when I was just hurtin' (these bitches went missing, where, where?)
I put your bitch on the Xan then put her on Perkys (xanny xanny, perky perky)
That was a part of the plan, get millions is workin'

Offset!
I'm 'bout to sign your bitch (sign her)
Let me remind ya bitch (remind ya)
I am a walkin' lick (lick)
But I am with the shits (I'm with it)
Click, click, click, click shit, and I sprung my wrist (bla)
Money is over a bitch (money)
Go to the mall in a Bentley (wwrrr)
Money is bigger than Winfrey's
Sippin' codeine out a Simply's
I do not fuck with the enemy (no!)
30,000 to the dentist
Drums, thirty extensions (30)
We pull up where we got no (bidness)
We fuckin' these stars for fitness
Bankrolls are large, you feel me? (large)
I'ma go get me a bag (bag)
They gon' be bitter and mad (mad)
They already know it's a fact (they know)
Go to the show with a gat

Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me Dad (smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that bitch when she fucking you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That's your main bitch, I was fucking her first (smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose (flex)
These bitches went missing when I was just hurting (these bitches went missing, where?)
I put your bitch on the Xan, then put on her Perkys (xanny xanny, perky perky)
That was a part of the plan, get millions is working (plan)

Quavo
I put your bitch on Henny, on Henny and Coca (coca)
You saying your wrist is rocky, well I got some boulders (Rocky Balboa)
Ice on my neck..., cold shoulder (ice)
You talking about modern day rap, but don't know the CULTURE
50 bands in the motor (bands)
12 can't pull me over (skrr)
Snowball, think it's polar
Hotline, Motorola (brrrt)
Fancy bitches.. go get the bag, the baddest bitches (bad)
Age of 23, I was in the magazine, the Forbes edition (Forbes)
Brown... paper... bag (oh)
When you get it make sure you count your racks (racks racks whoo)

Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she calling me Dad (smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that bitch, when she fucking, you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That's your main bitch, I was fucking her first
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose (flex)
These bitches went missing when I was just hurting (these bitches went missing, where, where?)
I put your bitch on the Xan then put on her Perkys (xanny xanny, perc perc)
This was a part of the plan, get millions its working

Brown paper bag
Wad full of cash (cash)
Paparazzi flash
Jeweler gave me glass (splash)
Never look back at my past
Sip slow and live fast (Actavis)
I ended up in first place but I swore a nigga started last (I swear)
I would walk empty-handed but a nigga knew I had to get a bag (knew it)
I was raised by my Mama, so a nigga never really had a Dad (never)
Remember that lick we had hit? (yup)
Broke in and we found the stash (okay)
20K right by the stand (20k)
Rolled up in a brown paper bag (ah man)
That wasn't part of the plan (had to)
Take out, then take em to Cam (here)
No evidence on who I am (nah)
Cause I can't afford to get jammed (ah-ah)
Cuffin' bitches I don't stand 'em (nobody)
All my bitches yeah I share 'em (bitch)
Fuck 'em, but you gotta pay 'em (pay up)
Break the bread up with the fam
Songwriters: Quavious Marshall, Kirshnik Ball, Kiari Cephus, Xavier Dotson
Publisher: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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