Park It Sideways

[Intro] You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life Got this bitch 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 bitch 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 niggas fake as fuck 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 bitch is a walking fountain I talk to bosses, you talk to bouncers Every bad bitch 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 bitches '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 fuck me fast Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass [Hook] You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life Got this bitch 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 motherfucker sideways Park that motherfucker sideways (we rollin’) Park that motherfucker sideways To let these niggas know you’re rolling in some motherfucking shit [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 motherfucker is flooded with diamonds Like a broke nigga, 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 Maybach The roof gone, so I park it where the shade at Leave it sideways and spin the wheel, no Sajak [Hook]