BPB

Lyrics

[Verse 1: The Ichiban Don] Hunh—yo! I been on the grind for a long time Now I'm lit, got my own shine Lil mama thick looking so fine I don't even want her but ya hoe mines Dawg, you must be out ya whole mind Enemies bow, too many styles, clothes line We got arms too many clips, too many whips Whole squad looking like Voltron A salaam a lekem, nigga, fuck swine A Black king in a village The realest, no matter what ya caucus say Son boys, everyday is Father's Day I gave alot of niggas life—facts Same number, (Haha) you know where I'm at If a nigga said different then his heart pump (Doo doo) I been on my toes ballerina no (Tutu) I been writing rhymes since Cool J wore (Fubu) All up in the mix like that nigga Young (Guru) Nibiru, put an end to your little world Pull your skirt down, B. You're a little girl Screaming like a bitch in the land of the trill Niggas 'bout see next like the hands of Latrell The clocks ticking, but only time could tell Got the lingo of pimp, have ya mom's for sale I'm Butter, prices rising, ol' boy be spazzin' Poppin like a Rice Krispie he snappin' He rap and produce classics in the same breath I breathe on tracks, they grieve on wax It's ugly, Black out like a funeral, dawg Shine with these raps like aluminum foil Don't compare a Gladiator to these mice of men It's comedy I fuck around and roast these niggas Like—yo! Why do y'all promote these niggas? I Spark. Flicking the Bic when I smoke these niggas Backwoods smoking, but I just don't roll Stacks too fat, dawg. It just don't fold You better wave the white flag, homie Before you get put in a bag for the bag homie What's in that motherfuckin' bag homie? (Cash) Take money—take money, money, money [Chorus: The Ichiban Don] Brown paper bag What's in that brown paper bag? Whole lotta money, whole lotta cash Take money—take money, money, money [Verse 2: Daylyt] I'm the one, Neo Hero, Superman, Deebo (Hold up) I've been popular before Pop Rocks—nigga, hopscotch Stepped in the square up of the Watts blocks Top shot Bullethead the rest (Rest) Yes. Never showboat to get to the top yacht Sail (Sail), Lyt winnin' (Aye) Lost ship, Gilligan's Island-type niggas (Nigga) Message, Tecs come with extendos Crying faces you know my emoji Low Key, Thor bro, this war bro Tryin' to warn a brotha (Okay) Like who the fuck is Warner Brothers? (Who that?) Warren Buffet create a buffet of warrants Down low, download our melanin gate a Torrent Who gave the tyrant hydration? Gatorade Electro Lyt, Raid in the gate, who ordered pizza? Little Caesar taste the God, son Facts is faced, face the God's son Raise the little boy with Tigers feel like Sagat's son Street Fighter was always In my nature The intro of Street Fighter show that they hate ya' Mislead the miss, diss the models Grown men become baby's, flash cribs and bottles Youngsters screaming "he hard" It's Sony in ya' world you probably got on the VR The V Our.. Whip we must take Daffy on VCR, niggas get duct taped CPR, RPC 90 Grew up in the 90's, Golden Eye, odd job Don't fear nobody, niggas will rob God But gettin' robbed, got em! Jesus! 2000 years, Holy shit 2000 shells, Holy Ghost (Holy Ghost) Take money—take money, money, money [Chorus: The Ichiban Don] Brown paper bag What's in that brown paper bag? Whole lotta money, whole lotta cash Take money—take money, money, money [Verse 3: Punch] Uh—I'm a different type of nigga, dog Flipping tables over inside ya synagogue I've been a god with this pen of mines I️ epitomize when niggas visualize they say he living his best life What we talking Pyrex or private jets? Project sets, turbulence or writing checks Either way I️ got a wide range of flex This jump drive on my neck is worth more than your last breath Trust me or reach nigga if you feeling lucky Many have died for less (Let that digest) I pull up like Steph Curry That's in a hurry, give you 30 like Steph Jersey Ain't no contesting that's a automatic weapon Hand down man down what you reppin I️ been perfecting my shot boy Oh you niggas must've forgot boy Operation from the bottom of Watts boy The deuce, the foe the five and all the lot boys I'm poppin like when Top was poppin original hot boys We pass the statue of limitation Therefore these bars won't get caught up in no litigations La costra nostra implications This thing of ours is now a corporation Bigger than U.S. steel you know the drill No more brown paper bags just multimillion dollar deals Get out ya feels, nigga—say something real Execute an idea, show niggas that you ill I️ wrote this with IV in my wrist Which one of you niggas hungry as this? That's a short list It ain't enough for me to just co-exist At the knife fight with extended clips—nigga, hold this Who want smoke get'em a menthol Secure the bag like I'm Khloe's dad—shout Orenthal [Chorus: The Ichiban Don] Brown paper bag What's in that brown paper bag? Whole lotta money, whole lotta cash Take money—take money, money, money