Crooked I - Park It Sideways lyrics

[Intro] You know we're ‘bout that club life, thug life Got this b**h 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 b**h 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 n***as fake as f** Lipstick on my collar, I couldn't make this up I live in the realest state like it's housing Life is grand, like a thousand Stopless counting, my b**h is a walking fountain I talk to bosses, you talk to bouncers Every bad b**h 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 b**hes '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 Weeknd 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 f** me fast Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pa** [Hook] You know we're ‘bout that club life, thug life Got this b**h 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 motherf**er sideways Park that motherf**er sideways (we rollin') Park that motherf**er sideways To let these n***as know you're rolling in some motherf**ing sh** [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 motherf**er is flooded with diamonds Like a broke n***a, 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 Rays at? Yeah, boy, this is payback Y'all was hating back in May, so I said “Hey” and bought a Maybach The roof gone, so I park it where the shade at Leave it sideways and spin the wheel, no Sajak [Hook]