Park It Sideways Lyrics - Welcome To: Our House - Slaughterhouse

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, yeah 

Y'all niggas fake as fuck 

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 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 '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 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 

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