Park it Sideways

[Intro]You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life

Got this ************* bumping...

Pocket full of money (we rollin’)

Pocket full of money (we rollin’)

P-p-p-pocket full of money

You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life

Got this ************* bumping like a bug bite, club life

Pocket full of money (we rollin’)

Pocket full of money (we rollin’)

P-p-p-pocket full of money[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9”]

Y’all *************s fake as *************

Lipstick on my collar,

I couldn’t make this up

I live in a real estate like it’s housing

Life is grand, like a thousand

Stopless counting, my ************* is a walking fountain

I talk to bosses, you talk to bouncers

Every bad ************* you see in here is coming with us

So I suggest you...[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

Get off of her, officer get rid of them cuffs

So many ******* 'round

I don’t even know what to do with them

Head ain’t even fun no more unless there’s two of them

To tell the truth,

I think beating it is easy

So when I say

I poppin models, y’all got reasons to believe me

Keeping it breezy, just me and my

Weekend CD

Wanna fly in for the week and you see me

Can tell I be beating it beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be

With the dome trash, and she ************* me fast

Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass[Hook]

You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life

Got this ************* bumping like a bug bite, thug life

Pockets full of money (we rollin’)

P-p-pockets full of money (we rollin’)

P-p-pockets full of money

Park that mother******* sideways

Park that mother******* sideways (we rollin’)

Park that mother******* sideways

To let these *************s know you’re rolling in some mother******g *************t[Verse 3: Crooked I]

Like A.I.

I cross over when

I’m near a mic

I stay fly even though

I got a fear of heights

I aim steady when

I’m gunning with one of them nines

And you ain’t ready for a hustler who hugging his grind

My chain heavy, so heavy the medallion broke the main levy

Now that mother******* is flooded with diamonds

Like a broke *************,

I ain’t got nothing to lose

But I’m rich in the club, the couch is under my shoes[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]

And shawty mouth is under my ooo...

I can’t say that, radio don’t play that

I’m so cool the sun gotta hate that

But it can never blind me, now where my raise at?

Yeah, boy, this is payback

Y’all was hating back in

May, so I said “

Hey” and bought a

MaybachThe roof gone, so

I park it where the shade at

Leave it sideways and spin the wheel, no

Sajak[Hook]