| You know we’re 'bout that club life, thug life
|
| Got this bitch pumping…
|
| Pocket full of money (we rollin')
|
| Pocket full of money (we rollin')
|
| P-p-p-pocket full of money
|
| 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…
|
| Get off of her, officer get rid of them cuffs
|
| So many bitches we don’t know, don’t 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 pop a model, 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 track, and she fuck me fast
|
| Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass
|
| 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
|
| 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
|
| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Park It Sideways , by - Slaughterhouse. Song from the album welcome to: OUR HOUSE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп