Lyrics: Cadillac Don & J-Money. Peanut Butter & Jelly.

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Inside peanut butter outside jelly
7 days of the week 7 different Chevys
Black SS wit tha top blown off
Fuckin' with them boys get ya top blown off

(Verse 1)
Got an old white Chevy peanut butter top same
Color
Flows out tha back wood steering wheel to match my leather
24 inches off the ground like Jeezy
Got that thang on me so you better take it easy
Catch me in tha hood knockin' pictures off tha wall
Sittin' sideways like that nigga Paul Wall
Got a 454 and its all chromed out
Just bought a platinum grill like the one up in my
Mouth
Niggas down South all we do is ride heavy
Coulda had a Bentley but I'd rather ride Chevy
Pistol in my lap give a fuck about tha law
Hoes see me comin' and they all gon' ball
Got 10 bad bitches and they all gon' call
Got 5 screens and they all gon' fall
Old school, new school we done had 'em all
My niggas ridin' Chevy so we all gon' ball

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(Verse 2)
Monkey see monkey do
So everybody got a Chevy
350 wit' tha Flow match now that bitch runs heavy
Keep it clean plus ride good when I'm rollin' thru

Tha hood
I get down in it that bitch sounds good
And for you niggas who snitches shit you can't be
Trusted
Might as well call me Lee Dungarees I can't be
Busted
But I'm Cadillac Don nigga a real fuckin' hustler
Ridin' thru tha South spreadin' this game like
Mustard
I'm a Cadlliac rider true enough but I ball in a
Chevy
When I strut my stuff makin' money can't get enough
Haters get mad they fuss and cuss
Check my rep I drop tha top
Lean out tha Chevy let the .45 pop
Pedal to tha metal can't wait for cops
16 switches watch that ass gone drop
We hittin' tha curb 3 wheel motion
Seein' double drinkin' on tha potion
I'm a movin' I'm "hustlin' flowin"
Gettin' paid stackin' tokens
For this boy y'all niggas ain't ready
Gimme tha crown I deserve tha credit
Or catch me fuckin' yo' bitch in a Chevy
Inside butter outside grape jelly

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