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

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 a k a 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 n***a 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