Peanut Butter Pootie Tang

Yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, aye (James Delguapo)
 Inside peanut butter, outside jelly
 The money start spreadin', gettin' Bread on my Wonder shit
 No words to a bitch, belt like Pootie Tang
 Baby throw it back, boomerang on that fuckin' dick
 Big Fendi facts, if yo' granny didn't smoke crack
 Don't fix yo' lips to try to tell me 'bout none of this
 Ride for my niggas, I got niggas in the grave
 I got bitches on my roster who would die
 Just to fuck with this, baby, yeah
 They'd die just to fuck with this baby
 Yeah, uh, it's a check
 In the biggest boned whip, Rolls Royce
 If we took away a R, it's Team Rocket
 'Cause I'm riding in a rocket ship
 Sock it to my pocket, like some Takis, got a lotta chips
 Nerd, and I need a freak bitch who need dick
 These niggas wanna hate me for my comments
 They debate me for my comments
 Fashion Nova fuckin' pay me for my comments, shit (bands)
 Raisin' up my commas, put the pussy in coma (yeah)
 You can talk, she won't reply, my bitch really unresponsive
 She knows I been wanting VVSs, ooh-wee (ooh)
 Walked with the man, like burning CDs (yeah)
 Ain't have a big backin' like old TVs (no)
 She open up the doors and she gon' see, now I got a (aye)
 Inside peanut butter, outside jelly
 The money start spreadin', gettin' bread, on my Wonder shit (aye)
 No words to a bitch (heh, heh), belt like Pootie Tang (haha)
 Baby throw it back, boomerang on that fuckin' dick (freeze nigga)
 Big Fendi facts, if yo' granny didn't smoke crack (yeah)
 Don't fix yo' lips to try to tell me 'bout none of this (aye)
 Ride for my niggas, I got niggas in the grave (ugh)
 I got bitches on my roster who would die (ugh, haha)
 Just to fuck with this, baby, yeah, yeah
 They'd die just to fuck with this baby
 Yeah, uh, it's a check
 That nigga double crossed me
 Man, should've known, known, known (should've known)
 I was openin' up to let him do me wrong, wrong, wrong (do me wrong)
 Snakey, I should've known he was a cobra
 The only snake I would ever show love to is probably Kobe
 Ha, hoo, hey, drop-top coupe, swang (swang)
 I need new friends, I need new frames (yeah, yeah)
 What's that, vision, mmh
 When jealousy's in they eyeballs
 They gon' try to make you forget what you saw
 Seen the Grammys, need a Oscar (yeah)
 Now I'm proud, like I'm Oscar (yeah, yeah)
 So I'm snaggin' all my Pennys
 Future daughter gon' be wowed
 Lost bands to mistakes
 Lost power, Pootie Tang
 I cannot wait to put my brother on this play (yeah)
 So then we can both have the (yeah, yeah)
 Inside peanut butter, outside jelly
 The money start spreadin', gettin' bread, on my Wonder shit (aye)
 No words to a bitch (heh, heh), belt like Pootie Tang (haha)
 Baby throw it back, boomerang on that fuckin' dick (freeze nigga)
 Big Fendi facts, if yo' granny didn't smoke crack (yeah)
 Don't fix yo' lips to try to tell me 'bout none of this (aye)
 Ride for my niggas, I got niggas in the grave (ugh)
 I got bitches on my roster who would die (ugh, haha)
 Just to fuck with this, baby, yeah, yeah
 They'd die just to fuck with this baby
 Yeah, uh, it's a check