Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly, no deli
I got money, check the store credit
No new names unless you know they did it
Sleep in Paris, watch it happen
I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread
I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil' I want that
Baby that cap's for the feds
That ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets
I don't give no damn 'bout no n***a
I don't give no fuck 'bout no n***a, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin'
I look like I came from nothin'
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it
Yeah, I drink on that lean
And I smoke on that dope 'til I motherfuckin' vomit
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