Parking Lot Pimps lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Sunday night ridin', got my b*tch drivin'
I'm passenger side in somethin' look like it's flying
Audio dope on the stove like a fryin' pan
I can get you more, what you want long as you buyin' it
Haters they be eyeing them, we don't pay no mind to them
Designer send me looks, you gon have to stand in line for this
You off in the club ballin' out while I'm outside of it
Three wheel motion sun roof open with my partner and them
When your girl saw me slide she died to get in
And live that Jet Life momma told you kill yaself kid
I lit the doobie then I slid with her
Baddest b*tch in the party I didn't have to go in to get her

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp

[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
And I stay lifted off that dojah, in my 4 do' rollin'
Outchea tryna get it b*tch I'm tryna make a fortune
Headed for that money b*tch stop askin' where I'm goin'
Cause you ain't got no business, being up in my business
First car was a wide body was too small to get in it
First b*tch was a bad b*tch tried to share that ho with my n*gga
I got his girl buyin' J's for me n*gga real talk I'm pimpin'
I do this sh*t for my n*ggas b*tch I do this sh*t for my n*ggas
Long night with that trap life sh*t I might as well smoke something
Was way too young to even hit the club sh*t I might as well post up
Lil n*gga big business make her exit out 'fore she entered
I'm leanin' on my whip hun her friend tryna get in it
Work
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot pimp