Migos – Brown Paper Bag Lyrics

Migos – Brown Paper Bag Lyrics
Brown Paper Bag
Migos
    Lyrics copied!
    Brown Paper Bag Album Art
    "Brown Paper Bag." - Migos

    Album: Culture
    Track No: 09
    (Zaytoven)
    Uh
    Nahmeen?
    Pussy
    Fuck all these ****, man
    Yeah, yo, we havin' this shit too, ****
    Uh huh, yeah, young **** havin' this money and shit
    You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
    Yeah, for real
    Brown paper bags (Cash)
    Smashing your ho on the low and she calling me dad (Smash, dad, smash)
    Cuffing that bitch when she fuck on you going out sad (Sad, huh, sad)
    I had a dream in the pool, I was swimming through cash
    That's your main bitch, I was fucking her first
    Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur
    Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose
    These bitches went missing when I was just hurting
    (These bitches went missing, where?)
    I put your bitch on the Xan, then put on her Perkys
    (Xanny, Xanny, Perky, Perky)
    It was a part of the plan, get millions it's working (Offset!)
    I'm 'bout to sign your bitch (Sign her)
    Let me remind you, bitch (Remind ya)
    I am a walking lick (Lick)
    But I am with the shits (Im with it)
    Click, click, click, click
    Shoot and I sprung my wrist (Bow)
    Money is over a bitch (Money)
    Got to the mall in a Bentley (Rrrrrr)
    Money is bigger than Winfrey's (Wah!)
    Sipping codeine out of Simply's (Mud)
    I do not fuck with the enemy (No)
    Thirty thousand to the dentist (Thirty)
    Drums, 30 extensions (30)
    We bring 'em when we handle business (Yeah)
    We fucking these thots for fitness (Thots)
    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 gat
    Brown paper bags (Cash)
    Smashing your ho on the low and she calling me dad (Smash, dad, smash)
    Cuffing that bitch when she fuck on you going out sad (Sad, huh, sad)
    I had a dream in the pool, I was swimming through cash
    That's your main bitch, I was fucking her first
    Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur
    Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose
    These bitches went missing when I was just hurting
    (These bitches went missing, where?)
    I put your bitch on the Xan then put on her Perkys
    (Xanny, Xanny, Perky, Perky)
    It was a part of the plan, get millions it's working (Quavo)
    I put your bitch 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 'bout modern-day rap
    But don't know the culture
    Fifty bands in the motor
    12 can't pull me over (Skrrt)
    Snowball think it's polar
    Hotline Motorola (Brrr!)
    Fancy bitches go get the bag, the baddest bitches (Bad)
    Age of 23, I was in the magazine, the Forbes edition (Forbes)
    Brown paper bag (Uh!)
    When you get it, make sure you count your racks (Racks, racks, woo!)
    Brown paper bags (Cash)
    Smashing your ho on the low and she calling me dad (Smash, dad, smash)
    Cuffing that bitch when she fuck on you going out sad (Sad, huh, sad)
    I had a dream in the pool, I was swimming through cash
    That's your main bitch, I was fucking her first
    Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur
    Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose
    These bitches went missing when I was just hurting
    (These bitches went missing, where?)
    I put your bitch on the Xan then put on her Perky
    (Xanny, Xanny, Perky, Perky)
    It was a part of the plan, get millions it's working
    Brown paper bag (Bag)
    Wad full of cash (Cash)
    Paparazzi flash
    Jeweler gimme glass (Flash)
    Never look back at my past
    I sip slow and live fast (Actavis)
    I ended up in first place
    But I swore a **** started last (I swear)
    I was born empty-handed
    But a **** knew I had to get a bag (I knew it)
    I was raised by my mama
    So a **** never really had a dad (Never)
    Remember that lick we had hit (Yup)
    Broke in and we found the stash (OK)
    20 K right by the stairs (20 K)
    Wrapped up in a brown paper bag (Aw, man)
    That wasn't part of the plan (Had to)
    Take out the tape from the cam (Here)
    No evidence of who I am (None)
    'Cause I can't afford to get jammed (Uh-uh)
    Cuffing bitches I don't stand 'em (Nobody)
    All my bitches, yeah, I share 'em (Bitch)
    You fuck 'em but you gotta pay 'em (Pay up)
    Break the bread up with the fam

    Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Kiari Cephus, Kirshnick Ball & Xavier Dotson.

    All lyrical content displayed on this website is the intellectual property of its respective copyright holders. No ownership is implied, and no copyright infringement is intended.

    Get the Latest Lyrics Updates!

    Subscribe now and never miss a new song lyric update.

    Failed to load audio, please try again later.
    Failed to load song data.
    Invalid email address entered!
    Enter your suggestion!
    Thanks for your suggestion!
    Link copied
    Stop & exit Playlist

    Suggest a Lyrics Edit

    Stop Song
    Rhyto-Artwork

    Brown Paper Bag

    Rhyto
    × Add Rhyto to your Home Screen!