text: Yeah
  Hear ye, hear ye
  You son of a bitch you
  ScHoolboy Q and Tha Dogg Pound is in the motherfuckin’ house
  So uh, get your skates, get your huffin boys, get your shit
  This a ScHoolboy Q party tonight, and its going down
  Nothing less nothing more for you punk motherfuckers
  Right cuz, this like world on wheels
  We finna roll
  We finna move
  Rosy
  Man, them niggas aint hot 
  Man, them niggas aint cold 
  Man, them niggas aint hot
  Man, them niggas aint cold 
  Man, they jewelry aint froze 
  Man, them bitches wont go
  Where your money dont grow 
  Big body, big Benz 
  Big body, big Benz
  Big body, big Benz 
  Big body, big Benz 
  Big body, big Benz
  Big body, big Benz 
  Steppin in my big blue Chucks 
  Groovy Q, they all wanna fuck
  Park the Cutlass at the pump 
  Hit the switches over speed bumps
  Knocking six twelves in the trunk
  Where the girls with the rump?
  All the pretty bitches to the front 
  All you groupie niggas to the back
  Put the 50s on the map 
  Got my Hoover star on the hat 
  Cause we groovin like that
  Yeah, we movin like that
  Swear to dick I shoulda made racks 
  Nigga, clean, dick in that cat 
  Got my Jimmy on strap 
  Like it when your booty get tapped 
  Why your jewelry aint froze?
  Why your money wont grow?
  I move the pussy, cant fold 
  Bruh, you on the down low
  Cause, work on Melrose 
  Ima sling an elbow 
  Get a job? Hell no!
  Man, them niggas aint hot 
  Man, them niggas aint cold 
  Man, them niggas aint hot
  Man, them niggas aint cold 
  Man, they jewelry aint froze 
  Man, them bitches wont go
  Where your money dont grow 
  Big body, big Benz 
  Big body, big Benz
  Big body, big Benz 
  Big body, big Benz 
  Big body, big Benz
  Big body, big Benz 
  Woke and I’m already drunk 
  I’ma give these bitches what they want
  Put this dick up in your rib 
  We could bring the party to the crib 
  Give them bitches dick to mouth
  Hit the doggy on the couch 
  Show her what this Crip nigga bout 
  Nigga slanging D up in the drought
  Groovy bring the bitches out
  Nigga, west coast up in the house 
  Leave your trapping in the south
  Bring the grooves to your feet
  I could make a million every week
  Bro, this big body Benz ain’t cheap
  Why them bitches want me?
  Bro, you want it low-key
  Shit I probably OD, I’ma live it up free
  Judge, no I never couldn’t be
  Everybody, dance floor, what you got a man for? 
   I could do the pussy Rambo 
  Do I love her? Hell no 
  Man, them niggas aint hot 
  Man, them niggas aint cold 
  Man, them niggas aint hot
  Man, them niggas aint cold 
  Man, they jewelry aint froze 
  Man, them bitches wont go
  Where your money dont grow 
  Big body, big Benz 
  Big body, big Benz 
  Big body, big Benz 
  Big body, big Benz 
  Big body, big Benz
  Big body, big Benz
  In a drop top shit, yeah the knock knock
  6 in the morning and Im yelling out don’t stop
  Money makes the world go ‘round in case you didn’t know
  In case you didn’t know about these pussies and these hoes
  And these sluts! What’s up? What they actin’ up?
  If you don’t give a shit then nigga we don’t give a fuck
  I told you once before that this just how this shit go
  ScHoolboy Q with Tha Dogg Pound flow
  You knooooow! We hella faded
  Man fuck that bitch, nigga why you fakin’?
  Man fuck that bitch, nigga why you hatin’?
  And fuck that bitch, you triiiiiip!
  This is what you get
  Fuckin’ ‘round with this
  DPG shit
  TDE, biatch!
  We ain’t talkin’, no conversation
  We just bangin’ around the nation
  If you don’t know now you should know that
  Fuck that! Fuck that!
  We ain’t talkin’, no conversation
  We just bangin’ around the nation
  If you don’t know now you should know that
  Fuck that! Fuck that!
  Man, them niggas aint hot 
  Man, them niggas aint cold 
  Man, them niggas aint hot
  Man, them niggas aint cold
  Man, they jewelry aint froze
  Man, them bitches wont go
  Where your money dont grow
  Big body, big Benz
  Big body, big Benz
  Big body, big Benz
  Big body, big Benz
  Big body, big Benz
  Big body, big Benz