[Chorus: Big Hit]
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Everything I’m in fresh off the showroom floor, man
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
And I ain’t satisfied ‘less it’s customized and floatin’
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Hit the junkyard, cop a car before they smash it
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Man, you want this bucket? Hell yeah, that’s a classic

[Verse 1: Big HIt]
Parkay margarine, rag ‘64
Got the butter leather guts, with the butterfly doors
That Honey Bun Buick got the icing on top
When the sun hit the paint, look like it’s melting on the block
The box Chevy looking like a box of Honey Grahams
The graham cracker seats cost a lot of money, man
They can’t understand the cupcake cutlass
With Hostess on the grill, icing dripping off the bumpers
I’m thumpin’ in the Six Trey, guacamole green
Door panels, wood grain, like an avocado tree
Your mean when your glass house make ‘em pass out
Seven deuce swisher sweet Caprice, brains blast out
I’m mashing out the Reeses Pieces Regal with my people
Whole engine candy coated so the whole hood is see-through
The Hummer triple lethal, not because it’s bullet-proof
Engine M&M’s, Snickers guts, paint baby roof
[Chorus: Big Hit]
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Everything I’m in fresh off the showroom floor, man
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
And I ain’t satisfied ‘less it’s customized and floatin’
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Hit the junkyard, cop a car before they smash it
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Man, you want this bucket? Hell yeah, that’s a classic

[Verse 2: Big HIt]
Apple Jack Jaguar, Fruit Loop Rover
Frosted Flake F1, Fifty on quotas
Butterfinger Beamerz on deuces look meaner
Than the Coca Cola Volvo AA dreamer
Milky Way Escalade on them 8’s kill ‘em
Now or later Navigator Lincoln be shittin’
Like the chicken fried five, shrimp fried six
The candy brandy wine, the champagne Chevy’s next
The Nestle Crunch Lex, chocolate paint so wet
Cocaine Corvette, Captain Crunch Cadillac
The popcorn Porsche Carrera stay parked
‘Cause the lemonade Lamborghini got more force
Trix made for kids, but I tricked out the Benz
The bunnies on the headrest with rabbits on the rims
The Skittle S-Class with the skrrts be skrrting
Strawberry Pop-Tart Tahoe hurtin’ ‘em
[Chorus: Big Hit]
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Everything I’m in fresh off the showroom floor, man
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
And I ain’t satisfied ‘less it’s customized and floatin’
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Hit the junkyard, cop a car before they smash it
Man, I’m rollin’
Man, I’m haulin’
Man, you want this bucket? Hell yeah, that’s a classic

[Verse 3: Big HIt]
The 300c dipped in Cookies & Cream
The Starburst Bentley is a hustler’s dream
I’m ballin’ in the fireball Phantom like a sheek
Or an Arab in the Jollyrancher red Corniche
The bubbleyum Maybach might be out your reach
But the Lucky Charm Charger keep ya pushin’ in the street
Big feet on my Raisin Bran Ram 1500
But the rainbow Durango lookin’ so demonic
They vomit when I’m in a hypnotic Ferrari
Look r*tarded when I ride up on my Hennessy Harley
The Oat Granola Nova for them old school soldiers
Like a Three Musketeers on the deuce and quota
The fifth was on the tail of the goldfish Suburban
I swim through like a whale in the fishscale excursion
The Fruity Pebble bubble got them vibes in a huddle
Pointin’ fingers blowin’ kisses with they panties in a puddle