Brown Paper Bag

[Intro: DJ Khaled, Dre & Jeezy] DJ Khaled (Ay) We the best (This is, this is) Nigga we the best, man (Who?) Listen (We nigga) [Pre-Chorus: Jeezy] Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money (Ay) You niggas really wanna talk money? (Yeah) Shit real, that's all I can tell 'em Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em, c'mon [Chorus: Dre & Jeezy] Brown paper bag (Yo, Khaled, I’m so focused, homie, thank God for that) Brown paper bag (I can see clearly now) (You already know what it is, watch my moves, nigga) [Verse 1: Jeezy] Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white (White) They used to call me the Pyrex kid (Who?) A.K.A. Young Arm & Hammer (Young) In the kitchen with the pots, yeah I worked the glass Hard on a pimp, yeah I work them tags (Haha) And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all (All) Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all Just two words nigga, duffel bags I just know it so well, can't help but brag (Yeah) Gold Mouth got ten, Mel Man got three It's just your luck, the rap game got me, hold up [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] 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 (That's right) 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 (Why?) 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 I'm talkin' 'bout that bad money That IRS can't tax money, ya dig me? [Pre-Chorus: Rick Ross] 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 [Chorus: Dre & Rick Ross] Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag (Yeah, Boss, c'mon) Brown paper bag (Boss, thank God for that) Brown paper bag (We the best) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Just pulled over in my 7-5 Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide Got twenty in the trunk, you can bet me five Twenty 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 and a nigga spent that with a smile (Yeah) 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 diligence in fact I'm a Boss [Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] 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 [Chorus: Dre & Lil Wayne] Brown paper bag (Ya dig?) Brown paper bag (My name is Weezy, y'all, I'm here) Brown paper bag (On behalf of, um, Young Money, Cash Money, people) Brown paper bag (I represent 17th Ward, New Orleans, let's go) [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] 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 [Pre-Chorus: Fat Joe] Coca 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 [Chorus: Dre & Fat Joe] Brown paper bag (That, that, that, that) Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag (It's Coca baby, Cribs Mania) Brown paper bag (We are simply the best, the very best) [Verse 5: Fat Joe] Y'all niggas want Coca music? La Costra 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 How confusing, critics be hating Best album yet but give me the same rating! I'm waiting top of Rap Rushmore Etched in stone, right beside Pun's wall Unsure, anythings possible Four mil' spent, bought out the Art Basel I'm Picasso, in a Versac' 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, did the impossible It's only logical to spit it from the heart Brown paper bag, who else but Joe the God? That [Outro: Dre] Brown paper bag Brown paper bag