Brown Paper Bag (feat. Fat Joe, Juelz Santana, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross & Young Jeezy)
DJ Khaled
Hip-hop/Rap
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INTERPRÉTATION
Dre
Chant
Fat Joe
Chant
Juelz Santana
Chant
Lil Wayne
Chant
Rick Ross
Chant
Young Jeezy
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andre Lyon
Paroles/Composition
Barry Alan Gibb
Paroles/Composition
Jay Jenkins
Paroles/Composition
Joseph Cartagena
Paroles/Composition
LaRon James
Paroles/Composition
Lil Wayne
Paroles/Composition
Marcello Antonio Valenzano
Paroles/Composition
Maurice Gibb
Paroles/Composition
Robin Gibb
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Allah
Production déléguée
Fat Joe
Production déléguée
Paroles
[Verse 1]
(DJ Khaled)
(We the Best)
(****, we the best, man)
(Listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You **** 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
[Verse 2]
Brown Paper Bag (Thank God for that)
Brown Paper Bag
[Verse 3]
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 ****, duffel bag
I just know it so well, can't help but brag
Gold Mouth got ten, Mel Man got three
It's just your luck the rap game got me, hold up
[Verse 4]
Here we go again
Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on Timb's
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 and just caught twins
Can't even relax in my room
That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof
This for my **** getting brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
I'm talkin' 'bout that bad money
That IRS can't tax money, you dig me?
[Verse 5]
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank God for the mill' he prepared for me
Take care my fam and my little dog money
Thank God for that brown paper bag, that
[Verse 6]
Brown paper bag (Thank God for that)
Brown paper bag (Bounce) (Come on)
Brown paper bag (Bounce) (Thank God for that)
Brown paper bag (We the best)
[Verse 7]
Just pulled over in my CM5
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 that Maybach, and it cost five
Hundred thou on a ****, spend that with a smile
Stackin' numbers at alarming rates
White house still move a brick of raw in a day
I'm that Bin Laden, boy, I'll bomb your state
I ain't come to stay, I gotta postpone the date
Two million in the bag, I ain't one to brag
You don't know the feeling when the villain peeling in a Jag'
Just starin' at the ceiling, ten woman at your pad
I was at the center, now I see diligence in fact
I'm a Boss
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
Brown paper bag (You dig)
Brown paper bag (My name is Weezy, y'all, I'm here)
Brown paper bag (On behalf of, Young Money, Cash Money)
Brown paper bag (I represent the 17th Ward of New Orleans, let's go)
[Verse 10]
Practice makes 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, Phillie blunt cigar scent
I'm by myself 'cause **** run that mouths like auctions
T-Street's my brother, FeFe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking box cutter
You heard what I say, mothafucka, did I stutter
With my brown paper bag here to represent the hustle, I'm out
[Verse 11]
Coca baby, man, you know I already had money
Definition of that brown paper bag money
Try front and then zip you in a bag, money
For the cash, I'll blast anybody, that
[Verse 12]
Brown paper bag (That, that, that, that)
Brown paper bag (Thank God for that)
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag (We are simply the best, the very best)
[Verse 13]
Ya'll **** want coca music
La Cosa Nostra flow, show you how to do this
Pin it so easy, a caveman could do it
****, we simply the best, don't confuse it
I confuse it, critics be hatin'
Best album yet, but give me the same rating
I'm waiting top of Rap Rushmore
Etched in stone, right beside Pun's noy
Unsure, anything's possible
Four mill' spent, bought out the Art Basel
I'm Picasso, in a Versace suit
Don't worry, my **** 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
[Verse 14]
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
Written by: Joseph Antonio Cartagena, LaRon Louis James, Dwayne Michael Carter Jr., William Leonard Roberts II, Jay Jenkins, Khaled Mohammaed Khaled
