Free Parking ft. Lil Rango Lyrics

Ay y'all know I just got my license

I'm not really whipping, I'm not whipping the Prius right now

But, you know, I got it you know, you know what I mean

It is what it is (yep)

You know I love it when a pretty bitch wanna big spoon like we switching roles

Steve Nash with the finger roll

Two-man like a pick and roll, pass her back and forth like a give and go

And we make a hook like we fishin' poles (uh-huh)

You know I go into a different mode, and my parking free like Monopoly

'Cause my chauffeur took a different road, 'nother 200 like we passing GO! (damn)

Spitting sick like I got a cold

City hoes with an itchy nose

You know I love it when a pretty bitch got some pretty flicks like she struck a pose

Tongue out like the Rolling Stones, and I'm breaded up like some chicken bones

One look out the bedroom, got a perfect view of the fuckin' Jones

Let's go

You know I got a stunt with my wrist up, stunt way my clicks up

Red for the bitch cup, go get my shit cut, go get my dick sucked

Bitch, I could buy you gold but it come with a lease

I could show you love, but it come with a fee

I could let you drive on a real late night, make a right in the spot

'Cause you know the parking free

Drink a sip of wine, and now you homie whining

Shawty at the club, but these hoes ain't cheap

Shawty try to score, but she playin' for the keeps

Homie playing for the heat?

'Cause she coming for the sweep

Bitch coming first like she on pole (sheesh)

Wanted me on top, but I said no (yeesh)

Because you know I love it when a pretty bitch wanna big spoon like we switching roles

Steve Nash with the finger roll

Two-man like a pick and roll, pass her back and forth like a give and go

And we make a hook like we fishin' poles

You know I go into a different mode, and my parking free like Monopoly

'Cause my chauffeur took a different road, 'nother 200 like we passing GO!

Spitting sick like I got a cold (dope)

City hoes with an itchy nose (dope)

You know I love it when a pretty bitch got some pretty flicks like she struck a pose

Tongue out like the Rolling Stones, and I'm breaded up like some chicken bones

One look out the bedroom, got a perfect view of the fuckin' Jones

I remember when I used to pay for the parking but ever since I done got status

It's filling my pockets to walk in, start filling it up like a stocking

Boy I'm from Plano not Allen, don't Josh me

She tryna ask how I've been like I'm coffee

Whenever I die, then we're doin' autopsies

I think different, I got gifts

Merry Christmas to me

Y'all got me dead, but I ain't deceased

My pockets increased, they looking obese

I've been giving Nibo so many feats

That the songs looking like they millipedes

I keep on murdering tracks so then they mistaking Rango for Django

Tomato, tomato, whatever the motto

I've been dressing better I feel like a model

Whatever I put on the people gon' follow regardless whether if they hate me or not (that's right)

Take it right into the parking lot, going straight to the front cause it'll save me a spot

Chasing the top, you better not flip 'cause you want me to fly

I put in the sport mode I dip in the Crocs

But it can get shady, not talking 'bout 50

If you got some sense then you won't get up with me

I'm hitting it straight out the park, I can do it even if I was in the dark

I learned by swimming with sharks, don't hit me I'm finna park

Where is the VIP, don't need a slip

Or a lil necklace, don't even trip

I just get in

Life is monopoly, boy I just win

How you under me and don't understand

That's just something that I don't comprehend

I don't ever break, I don't even bend

I know it's gon' sound a little cliche

But one day I'm gonna ride in a Benz

Little old me used to hop over fence

Just so that I could get work to put in

Nibo and Rango a couple of killers

When it come to beats when we send 'em to bed

You better not hit me if I'm finna park

You better not hit me if I'm finna park

You better not hit me if I'm finna park

You better not hit me if I'm finna park

You better not hit me if I'm finna park

You better not hit me if I'm finna park

You better not hit me if I'm finna park

You better not hit me if I'm finna

Hey Nibo, how you been

It's been a while since we've met up

Listen, I'll cut to the chase

You, me, and a couple of glasses of chardonnay

While we catch up at my house

How does that sound