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Brown Paper Bag


Migos Lyrics

 

Brown Paper Bag Lyrics

Brown Paper Bag by Migos


Hah, pussy
f**k all these niggas man
Yeah we havin’ this sh*t too nigga
Yeah y’all nigga havin’ this money and sh*t
You know what I’m talkin’, 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 b**ch when she f**king you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That’s your main b**ch, I was f**king her first
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose
These b**ches went missing when I was just hurting (these b**ches went missing, where?)
I put your b**ch on the xan then put her on perkys (xanny xanny, perky perky)
That was a part of the plan, get millions is working (plan)
Offset!
I ’bout to sign your b**ch (sign her)
Let me remind ya b**ch (remind her)
I am a walkin’ lick (lick)
But I am with the sh*ts (I’m with it)
Click, click, click, click sh*t and I spung my wrist (bla)
Money is over a b**ch (money)
Go throw them all in a Bentley (wwrrr)
Money is bigger than Winphrey’s
Sippin’ codeine outta simplies
I do not f**k with the enemy
30,000 to the dead niggs’
Drums, thirthy extensions (30)
We bringin’ but we got bid [?] (ya)
We f**kin’ 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 gag
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin’ me dad (smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that b**ch when she f**king you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That’s your main b**ch, I was f**king her first (smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose
These b**ches went missing when I was just hurting (these b**ches went missing, where?)
I put your b**ch 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 b**ch 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 b**ches go get the bag, the baddest b**ches (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 b**ch when she f**king you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That’s your main b**ch, I was f**king her first
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose (flex)
These b**ches went missing when I was just hurting (these b**ches went missing, where)
I put your b**ch on the xan then put on her perkys (xanny xanny, perc perc)
That was a part of the plan, get millions its working
Brown paper bag
Wallet 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 in empty-handed but a nigga know I had to get a bag (know it)
I was raised by my mama so a nigga never really had a dad (never)
Remember that lick that we hit (yup)
Broke in and we found the stash (okay)
20K right by the stand (20k)
Pulled up with a brown paper bag (ah)
Loubous, that’s part of the plan (had to)
Take out the tip from the cam (here)
No ever dissin’ who I am (nah)
Cause I can’t afford to get jammed (ah-ah)
Cuffin’ b**ches I don’t stand ’em (nobody)
All my b**ches yeah I share ’em (b**ch)
f**k ’em, but you gotta pay ’em (pay up)
Break the bread up with the fam



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