(feat. Swizz Beatz)



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 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)



[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 on it buddy?

Dem bitches checkin' for me

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



[Hook x3]



[Verse 2: Birdman]

Yea, nigga

Cook a whole, make it out a whole and a half bitch!

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 fuck

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 nigga keep it runnin'

Garbage bag full of cash nigga keep it comin'

In my hood Red Phantom nigga we be stuntin'

Got the block blocked off nigga we be hustlin'

Brown duffel bag filled up wit' cash

Sixteen years old wit' a brand new Jag bitch!



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3: Swizz Beats]

Get it up

In the air

Get it up

In the air

N-N-N-Now money cars clothes hoes

All a nigga know so

I'm from the ghetto so

Gimmie my pesos

All brown paper bag

I could fill it up wit' ones

Nigga 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 nigga

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!



[Hook: x3]

Like father, like son (repeat to fade)