(J-J-Joey)
Used to have to whip the hatchback, we was hangin' off Parkway
How the f*ck we on Park South? It's a quarter mile to my driveway
Got money comin' in five ways, I ain't slept in like five days
I just landed in the U.K., had to switch the Richard for the time change
Know the lifestyle make her eyes gaze when she see the money comin' in
Lil' Jake had to duck a blick charge, get a lawyer, that's another M
Twin Lambs in the front yard and the Cullinan got the models in
MIA, we in Liv' for the night, tell Grutman, "Bring the bottles in"
I ain't never had a Ghost, unless it's a Rolls and they bringin' writers in
I could give you boys discounts like the holidays, got a lot of pens
Y'all goin' out while I'm goin' in, I ain't leavin', got a lot of plans
She love the way that my diamonds dance and this VV smile cost a lot of bands
Four cars deep, ridin' in, popstar girls slidin' in
And she wanna f*ck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again
We ain't really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M's
Could've went and got a scholarship with that bread I spent on that Prada, bitch
Rockstar, heavy metal shit, Crossbody come with hollow tips
Opps still love to pillow talk, nickname me the problem kid
Get 'em goin' for the irony, fifty bands for these Prada jeans
And my wrist game on a hundred bands, ain't no tick-tock in my timepiece
And that G5 is what fly means when I touch down on that island
Bad bitch, she a top ten and she popped up in my comments
My shit hittin' top fifty, I'm really what's poppin'
You boys tryna find y'all way out, I did it, no problem
I don't even wanna talk these days, I'm really just locked in
Phone numbers gettin' switched these days, I don't really like contacts
Floyd Mayweather contracts, Mykonos with the top back
Twenty-three and I'm this rich, how I ball, NBA prospect
Four cars deep, ridin' in, popstar girls slidin' in
And she wanna f*ck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again
We ain't really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M's
Could've went and got a scholarship with that bread I spent on that Prada, bitch
Four cars deep, ridin' in, popstar girls slidin' in
And she wanna f*ck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again
We ain't really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M's
Could've went and got a scholarship with that bread I spent on that Prada, bitch
Jake Paul - Park South Freestyle Lyrics
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(J-J-Joey)
Used to have to whip the hatchback, we was hangin' off Parkway
How the f*ck we on Park South? It's a quarter mile to my driveway
Got money comin' in five ways, I ain't slept in like five days
I just landed in the U.K., had to switch the Richard for the time change
Know the lifestyle make her eyes gaze when she see the money comin' in
Lil' Jake had to duck a blick charge, get a lawyer, that's another M
Twin Lambs in the front yard and the Cullinan got the models in
MIA, we in Liv' for the night, tell Grutman, "Bring the bottles in"
I ain't never had a Ghost, unless it's a Rolls and they bringin' writers in
I could give you boys discounts like the holidays, got a lot of pens
Y'all goin' out while I'm goin' in, I ain't leavin', got a lot of plans
She love the way that my diamonds dance and this VV smile cost a lot of bands
Four cars deep, ridin' in, popstar girls slidin' in
And she wanna f*ck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again
We ain't really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M's
Could've went and got a scholarship with that bread I spent on that Prada, bitch
Rockstar, heavy metal shit, Crossbody come with hollow tips
Opps still love to pillow talk, nickname me the problem kid
Get 'em goin' for the irony, fifty bands for these Prada jeans
And my wrist game on a hundred bands, ain't no tick-tock in my timepiece
And that G5 is what fly means when I touch down on that island
Bad bitch, she a top ten and she popped up in my comments
My shit hittin' top fifty, I'm really what's poppin'
You boys tryna find y'all way out, I did it, no problem
I don't even wanna talk these days, I'm really just locked in
Phone numbers gettin' switched these days, I don't really like contacts
Floyd Mayweather contracts, Mykonos with the top back
Twenty-three and I'm this rich, how I ball, NBA prospect
Four cars deep, ridin' in, popstar girls slidin' in
And she wanna f*ck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again
We ain't really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M's
Could've went and got a scholarship with that bread I spent on that Prada, bitch
Four cars deep, ridin' in, popstar girls slidin' in
And she wanna f*ck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again
We ain't really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M's
Could've went and got a scholarship with that bread I spent on that Prada, bitch
Used to have to whip the hatchback, we was hangin' off Parkway
How the f*ck we on Park South? It's a quarter mile to my driveway
Got money comin' in five ways, I ain't slept in like five days
I just landed in the U.K., had to switch the Richard for the time change
Know the lifestyle make her eyes gaze when she see the money comin' in
Lil' Jake had to duck a blick charge, get a lawyer, that's another M
Twin Lambs in the front yard and the Cullinan got the models in
MIA, we in Liv' for the night, tell Grutman, "Bring the bottles in"
I ain't never had a Ghost, unless it's a Rolls and they bringin' writers in
I could give you boys discounts like the holidays, got a lot of pens
Y'all goin' out while I'm goin' in, I ain't leavin', got a lot of plans
She love the way that my diamonds dance and this VV smile cost a lot of bands
Four cars deep, ridin' in, popstar girls slidin' in
And she wanna f*ck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again
We ain't really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M's
Could've went and got a scholarship with that bread I spent on that Prada, bitch
Rockstar, heavy metal shit, Crossbody come with hollow tips
Opps still love to pillow talk, nickname me the problem kid
Get 'em goin' for the irony, fifty bands for these Prada jeans
And my wrist game on a hundred bands, ain't no tick-tock in my timepiece
And that G5 is what fly means when I touch down on that island
Bad bitch, she a top ten and she popped up in my comments
My shit hittin' top fifty, I'm really what's poppin'
You boys tryna find y'all way out, I did it, no problem
I don't even wanna talk these days, I'm really just locked in
Phone numbers gettin' switched these days, I don't really like contacts
Floyd Mayweather contracts, Mykonos with the top back
Twenty-three and I'm this rich, how I ball, NBA prospect
Four cars deep, ridin' in, popstar girls slidin' in
And she wanna f*ck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again
We ain't really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M's
Could've went and got a scholarship with that bread I spent on that Prada, bitch
Four cars deep, ridin' in, popstar girls slidin' in
And she wanna f*ck, just keep it on tuck, and come to the house again
We ain't really with the politics, dropped out and got a lot of M's
Could've went and got a scholarship with that bread I spent on that Prada, bitch
Writer: Jake Paul
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