[Intro]
(J Storm, I told you we got them bands in our pants)
[Chorus]
Percocet in my pants
A lot of bread in my pants
Put some peanut butter on my pants
Put some peanut butter on my pants
These niggas ain't used to having bread
These pussy niggas going out bad
My pockets are full of that peanut butter
I want them Franklins, don’t see no ones
We fucking with money, I'm cheating on her
Dead presidents, bitch, I'm bleeding on her