[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, n***a, 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 n***as life—facts
Same number, (Haha) you know where I'm at
If a n***a 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 n***a 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
N***as '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 n***as
Like—yo! Why do y'all promote these n***as?
I Spark. Flicking the Bic when I smoke these n***as
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—n***a, 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 n***as (N***a)
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, n***as get duct taped
CPR, RPC 90
Grew up in the 90’s, Golden Eye, odd job
Don’t fear nobody, n***as 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 n***a, dog
Flipping tables over inside ya synagogue
I’ve been a god with this pen of mines
I️ epitomize when n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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, n***a—say something real
Execute an idea, show n***as that you ill
I️ wrote this with IV in my wrist
Which one of you n***as 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—n***a, 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