[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 n***as ain't used to having bread
These pussy n***as 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