Put in Work

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]

Uh! And everything be everything

Plus a nigga pullin' hoes they on me like they weddin' ring

Go and let your titties hang

Go and set your pussy free

Go and let your booty swing

Arch your back and lose your pain

Then she be like where he go

Probably with my other ho

Best believe she bring me more

Best believe I need my dough

Penthouse on the seventh floor

This your house, this my dick

This your lip, this your couch

Show me what that talk about

Go ahead and run your mouth

She on one

On my pole like track and field she in it for the long run

Take your ass up out this world get introduced to stardom

Pullin' hoes up off the bench my nigga but you had started them

Hmm, and they waist look like we starve 'em

Ass hold that baby fat, damn, where they do that at

Damn, seen her momma back

Damn, now I'm feelin' that

Beatin' on that pussy like producers call me battle cat

[Hook]

Everytime we hit the scene man them bitches fallin' out

Everytime we on the scene man them birds be fallin' out

Everytime we hit the scene have them chickens fallin' out

Everytime we on the scene man them hoes be fallin' out

If you Chevy revvin' clean, then she should put in work

If your swagga really clean, then she should put in work

If your sneakers really clean, then she should put in work

If your temporary clean, then she should put in work

You always talk about it

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]

They be like damn, where they do that at

Damn, hey who made your hat

Damn, hey who did your tat

Shit I want my money back

Damn, heard you pay the stack

Damn, how much for your kicks

Damn, I ain't payed for shit

Damn I know that got you pissed

Damn, bet I bust your bitch

Damn, bet I got some weed

I put your ho at ease

Cracked her like policies

Adopted a cold heart they call me Foster Freeze

I can make it snow, brr, you just a breeze

Nigga please, I'm managed by the bees

They love me overseas

That's word to Japanese

Now I'm coming to America they owe me cheese

A bunch of bad broads, bet they pay me fees

It's pimpin' ho, you know whassupper

Taxin' you every Friday you Mrs. Tucker

Suck the nut off my head she drain me like a sewer

Think I'm Big Meech, I been Larry Hoover!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]

Uh! We movin' forward we ain't lookin back

So I gotta get some sneakers everytime I cop a hat

Superstylistic hat, Southern playalistic rap

Saw her titties, saw graffiti, read my name, I'm on perhaps

And her ass be overlap, out of shape and overfat

On the job I'm takin' apps

Blew my mind right through my cap

I just wanna chill with you

You just wanna throw it back

So go 'head throw it back, bust it open throw it back

Bustin' hoes ain't nothin' Jack

Shut your mouth and show your stats

Still ain't seen a proven fact

Always hear your chitty chat

We be stuntin' never frontin' nigga cause they know we on

You be stuntin' always frontin' cause I shit your favorite song

You played out like reggaeton, now you mad at me and shit

She said I'm her favorite dick, best believe she savour it

You be actin' with them actors straight pretendin' guaranteed

She ripped my landing as we toast to new beginnings now that pussy gone

[Hook]

[Outro]

Uh! Uh! And everything be everything

Plus I keep the baddest hoes they on me like they wedding ring

Go and let your titties hang