[Pre-Chorus 1: Jeezy]
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
[Chorus: Dre]
Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
Brown Paper Bag
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
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 tass
And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all
Just two words nigga, duffel bag
I just know it so well, can't help but brag
Gold Mouth got 10, Mel Man got 3
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
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
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
We talkin' 'bout that bad money
That IRS can't tax money, ya dig me?
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
[Chorus: Dre]
Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
Brown Paper Bag
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
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 tass
And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all
Just two words nigga, duffel bag
I just know it so well, can't help but brag
Gold Mouth got 10, Mel Man got 3
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
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
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
We talkin' 'bout that bad money
That IRS can't tax money, ya dig me?
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