conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Collard Greens with the following description: The second single from Q’s highly anticipated album Oxymoron, on which the West Coast superstar recruits close friend and fellow Black Hippy member Kendrick Lamar to spit a bilingual verse.
  In an interview, Schoolboy Q says that the meaning of Collard Greens is actually money.
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: ScHoolboy Q]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Uh,  uh
  Yo, yo
  [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
  Oh, oh, luxury
  Chidi-ching-ching, could buy anything, cop that
  Oh, oh, collard greens
  Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
  Oh, oh, down with the shit
  Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit
  Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit
  Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
  [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
  Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver
  Watch this, no tick, yeah I'm the nigga
  Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots I deliver
  Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer
  Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter
  Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object
  Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings
  Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiendin'
  Give me, give me, give me some
  Freak the freckles off your face
  Frenchy, freakin', swappin' tongue
  Click my link and spread your buns
  Lose your denim, make it numb
  Blow it, baby, no Saddam
   
  (Icky-icky, icky-icky)
  Fuckin' in the car service, thank me for the car pool
  Chromosome, part full, probly off a Norco
  And gas, not the Arco, poppin' since the intro
  You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
  Oh, oh, luxury
  Chidi-ching-ching, could buy anything, cop that
  Oh, oh, collard greens
  Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
  Oh, oh, down with that shit
  Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit
  Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit
  Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  Hold up, biatch! This yo' favorite song
  Translation: 
  Ven aquí, mami, ese culo
  Tú quieres coger mis huevos, y papi me desespero
  Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabrón
  Let's get it – nights like this, I'm a knight like this
  Sword in my hand, I fight like this
  And I'm more than a man, I'm a god
  Bitch, touché, en garde
  Toupée drop and her two tits pop
  Out of that tank top and bra
  And when I say "Doo-doo-doo-doo,"
   
  bitch, that be K. Dot
  She want some more of this
  I give her more of this, I owe her this
  In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, on forgis
  I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this
  And focus, and slow it down
  Alright, let me blow this bitch
  I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror
  Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest
  Watch it, your optics poppin' out, you look the weirdest
  Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steerin', ah! [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
  Oh, oh, luxury
  Chidi-ching-ching, could buy anything, cop that
  Oh, oh, collard greens
  Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
  Oh, oh, down with that shit
  Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit
  Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit
  Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
  [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
  Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom
  Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed him
  Guns in the basement, out they have a problem
  Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana
  Function on fire, burn the roof off this mothafucka
  Psych ward is ballin', go craze like no other
  Weed steady blowin', pass the blunt to my momma
  Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin'
  Faded, faded, faded, right?
  Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight
  Meet me at the W, and no, it's not the Westside
  Stick it up your SoutHside
   
  (Icky-icky, icky-icky)
  Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude
  What these niggas make a year
  I spend that on my daughter shoes
  Smokin' weed and drinkin', all the college students lovin' Q
  We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
  Oh, oh, luxury
  Chidi-ching-ching, could buy anything, cop that
  Oh, oh, collard greens
  Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
  Oh, oh, down with that shit
  Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit
  Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit
  Cop this, pop this, down with the shit