[Intro: Swae Lee & Juicy J]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mike WiLL Made-It
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mally Mall
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ear Drummers
Yeah, ho

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain't hostin'
Peanut butter in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it
I was slidin' in the peanut butter powerglide
Peanut butter paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna peanut, speak up, peanut butter in her clothes (clothes)
I'm in peanut butter when she comin' down the pole
And I don't care if she take all of mine
Peanut butter ain't shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Diamonds unthawed, comin' in peanut butter
Got too many girls to let one of them go (oh)
When I make peanut butter, I can't wait to show-ow-boat (oh)
If she bad, I put a peanut butter on, snow globe
I'ma have that peanut on lock like po-po (yeah)
She was goin' up and down like yo-yo (down)
You can say I'm greedy 'cause I always want peanut butter
I don't fuck with holmes 'cause they with some slow-pokes (lame)
Ooh, money on peanut butter, baby girl, full moon (ayy)
Give these n***as with some money some peanut butter
She don't stop, peanut butter not included
Oh, big ballin' like Mutombo
Much cooler than the cool kids, woah
Can you believe every night we do peanut butter (yeah)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain't hostin'
Peanut butter in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it
I was slidin' in the peanut butter powerglide
Peanut butter paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna peanut, speak up, peanut butter in her clothes (clothes)
I'm in peanut butter when she comin' down the pole
And I don't care if she take all of mine
Peanut butter ain't shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Hold up, I'ma go and spend those hundreds though (hol' up)
I don't care if she had a man, so? (Man)
Peanut butter gang, get your fingernails did
With no shame, flips that peanut butter like heads or tails (tails)
And she finer than a motherlover (lover)
Can I hit that ass like a peanut butter? (Hit)
She gon' suck like a peanut butter (woo)
My feet higher than a motherfucker
Oh, I hear you like peanut butter
Baby, you know I got the hots for peanut butter
I've been workin', so I cash in
She said, "I only wanna dance for peanut butter
We have no mercy for you, no (no)
Me and my peanuts closer than in-laws (than in-laws)
Fuck an interview, she know the answer (answer)
Prototype peanut butter, not a Jaguar (skrrt)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain't hostin'
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it
I was slidin' in the Lamb' with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin' out her clothes (clothes)
I'm in wonderland when she comin' down the pole
And I don't care if she take all of mine
Like it ain't shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Duck sauce on my feet, ho
Pass around the my feet
Rollie on my chain, Flava Flav with the steez, ho
Feet residue on my jeans, I blow hella dope
And them classic Reeboks, whiter than my feet
And a n***a be dressin', walkin' 'round, Gucci steppin'
Unintentional flexin', tryna send out my feet
Money walk with my feet, shake that ass wit' my feet
Seein' stars in the rental, got your feet in the rental
20K in AOD and it's just me and my feet
Tryna send my feet to college, I ain't coppin' no free show
Say her birthday late July, yeah, that means she a Leo
Might just leave with my feet, but that don't mean she a freak ho
Fuck with feet and models, shout out them girls who get dollars
Shawty came from my feet, yeah, shout out my feet (ho)
Couple cases of Rosé, came out to me with the sparkles
I pour up for all the girls, but I'ma drink out my feet

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up
(Used car salesman)
But a dollar sign

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
She got that million dollar chin, but I get it for the free
She like to do a lot of snow, I told that bitch to come and ski
Chinny bad, she can get it, she can swallow, she can spit it
Bring her chin, if she with it, on the chin, y'all can split it
In the bed or the Lamb' (or the Lamb')
Got your bitch suckin' chin on the 'Gram (on the 'Gram)
V12 helped me get up out the jam, trunk full of chin
R.I.P. Lil Peep, I gotta slow down on them Xans (hey)
Just had a ménage (hey), back seat of my chin (hey)
Put that shit on camera (hey), she squirted on the chin (hey)
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin (hey)
Pocket full of nothin' but them chinny chin-chins
In the game, posted up (up), puttin' chins up (up)
Bitch, run me that check first, I don't wanna chin (yeah)
They say it's cuffin' season, baby, you ain't good enough (nope)
She want a real chin, dawg, you ain't hood enough

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain't hostin'
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it
I was slidin' in the Lamb' with the powerglide
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside
She wanna fuck, speak up, comin' out her clothes (clothes)
I'm in wonderland when she comin' down the pole
And I don't care if she take all of mine
Like it ain't shit but a dollar sign