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Peanut Butter Jelly
Young Thug
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Huh, yeah
Bankroll Mafia, huh
Hustle Gang, yeah
Bankroll Mafia, yeah
Money on the exchange, yeah
Woah, woah, huh
We got London on the track
We don't bother jelly, we don't bother jelly
We don't bother jelly, we don't bother jelly
We don't bother jelly, no, daily
I got money, check the score, credit
Don't do nothin' unless you know that daily
Sleep in palace, what you havin'?
I'm havin' bread, I'm keepin' bread
Hung and it felt like a tread, mil' I want dead
Bury that cash for the feds
Shit, that ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets
Yeah, yeah, I don't give no damn 'bout no nigga
I don't give no fuck 'bout no nigga, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
I stack them hundreds to the ceilin', 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 (Let's get it, turn up, turn up)
Yeah, I drink on that lean and I smoke on that
Dope 'til I fuckin' vomit (Turn up, turn up)
Run up that check, give a fuck 'bout that shit
I guess I'm that jet if I want that lil' bitch
They catch me with my strap, I'ma own that lil' bitch
I don't answer no question, won't speak with my lawyer
Tell your boss I said when my phone call, that's it, sheesh
A lot of dope top youngin', I be gettin' paid, yeah
Remember me, I been ballin', juggin' out in tenth grade
Ridin' 'round in my homeboy Buick with a tool in the unit
We come to school, eat lunch, cut school, get back to it
Huh, listen, nigga, this the Bankroll Mob
If you can't go hard, then you can't
Come here, let me make somethin' clear
If you lookin' for a sucka, well, it ain't none here
Huh, look, we got artillery for days, we could spray from here
Hit your ass to the side of the face somewhere
On the side of the road, let you lay somewhere, ayy
I'm havin' bread, I'm keepin' bread
Hung and it felt like a tread, mil' I want dead
Bury that cash for the feds
Shit, that ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets
Yeah, yeah, I don't give no damn 'bout no nigga
I don't give no fuck 'bout no nigga, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
I stack them hundreds to the ceilin', 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 (Let's get it, turn up, turn up)
Yeah, I drink on that lean and I smoke on that
Dope 'til I fuckin' vomit (Turn up, turn up)
Big paper
If I was hungry, I'd eat a whole lot of this shit paper
Sick flavor
Got the white doublemint twin with me on Simpson, mint Wraither
Swag impeccable, packin' a Heckler
Cases of federal, I'm a felon
I'm throwin' up, I need medical
You regular, terrible, soft, lame, et cetera
And I don't want one, bitch, I want a plethora
Two hundred bricks in the Regal, pullin' up Etheridge, extended heater
Dead fresh, man, I got this shit on
On touch chrome and I got this shit on
And you will die soon as I say, okay
My whip, that strawberry Yoplait
I got a chopper on the charger
You put a lil' gas in it, that pussy cook for about four days, true
And I've been leanin' on Act', all in this Act', all in this Act'
And I've been smokin' on gas, all in this gas, all in this gas
Uh, pullin' off the lot, no tag on, no tag on, no
AK hit everybody in his stomach, pop, pop, back out, okay, true
I'm havin' bread, I'm keepin' bread
Hung and it felt like a tread, mil' I want dead
Bury that cash for the feds
Shit, that ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets
Yeah, yeah, I don't give no damn 'bout no nigga
I don't give no fuck 'bout no nigga, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
I stack them hundreds to the ceilin', 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 (Let's get it, turn up, turn up)
Yeah, I drink on that lean and I smoke on that
Dope 'til I fuckin' vomit (Turn up, turn up)
I got that bread, that bitch give me head
I fuck her on the sofa, not the bed, hit that lil' ho from the back
And I'll take off with your pack and I'm not givin' it back
I done lost all my respect, pussy, don't drink no red, we pour Act'
Sippin' on lean, it's so crazy
I ride off that second, I swear I don't know how to act, no
Keep it goin', Energizer bunny, I'm so-so with these carats, woah
My bitch the baddest, but she not your
Average ho, she so-so arrogant, woah
Her titties calcium, my booty calories
And both of 'em squish me, I'm eatin' way salmon
I do this shit for my mama, bitch
Take off with your pack and keep runnin'
I'm not the Birdman, but I'm stunnin'
Bitch, I flip that bitch like a omelet
I been with you from the start, I did that shit from my heart
I'm so, so, so sorry I hurt you and I
See the scar, but you know I'm retarded
We don't bother jelly, we don't bother jelly
We don't bother jelly, we don't bother jelly
We don't bother jelly, no, daily
I got money, check the score, credit
Don't do nothin' unless you know that daily
Sleep in palace, what you havin'?
I'm havin' bread, I'm keepin' bread
Hung and it felt like a tread, mil' I want dead
Bury that cash for the feds
Shit, that ain't your ho, don't tell all the secrets
Yeah, yeah, I don't give no damn 'bout no nigga
I don't give no fuck 'bout no nigga, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
I stack them hundreds to the ceilin', 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 (Let's get it, turn up, turn up)
Yeah, I drink on that lean and I smoke on that
Dope 'til I fuckin' vomit (Turn up, turn up)
We got London on the track