Текст песни Free Parking - Nibo feat. Lil Rango

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