Falco - FREE PARKING lyrics

[Intro: Yung Richard Branson] It's your boy, Yung Richard Branson Young Richard Splashin', Young Richard-Im-Dancin' You know I'm back on that Money Changed Everything mixtape n***a, I got the Gucci belt around my head The Gucci goggles around my waist Don't think about it, but I'm flexing and I'm flossin' In the BMW, the M series, that wagon, and I'm splashin' My dawg Dave bout to snap on that FREE PARKING And you already know how we rockin' It's that League sh** We got choppers on waist, choppers on ankle Choppers strapped to the back So if you need that, let's go [Verse 1: Dreyyz] Bow our heads let us pray Lord please tell these p**y n***as I don't play Preacherman told me that you keep you Prophets safe But these n***as wouldn't get it 'less you spittin' from the K K-I-N-G to the Dreyyz Potatoe at the end, you could have it your way West Pines we cray So you know that's every day My n***as with the sh**s and you n***as playing games Been bout cash, never been bout change But these n***as all changed cause of money What a shame Damn, bet my sh** talk like Oprah Cause these b**hes keep cumin' like a f**ing Royal Rumble Hard to be humble when you got all these bundles Hit a n***a b**h and that relationship fumbles Scope like the Hubble, hit a n***a in his slumber p**y n***a good night Tuck him 6 feet under Bye, the pretty Porsche drive by Drag racing my n***a Beiber on Dykes Red & blue lights, dodging 25-to-life For a 187, 200 on 75 If I swerve I might die Swear I'm flying in the sky Gas got me high, see a pig to the right Hit the gas a little harder They can't catch me in a Charger Tell Ladanian I'm sorry Panamanian Armani model b**hes in my sauna Prolly drinking wine & moscato Tell that b**h to go bobbing for my apples at the bottom (Started) Revelation's where we are now That leaf stone in my Raws now I'm in yo girl's jaw wow These n***as thought I would turn down Nah [Hook: Dreyyz] Wylin' in the party Shawty all on me, I think she off the Molly DJ playing Lean On Me She told me to "pour lean on me" Rock so damn hard you'll break your spleen Fresh and clean, yup in my tee Blunts in my lean k**ers on my team League on the scene All these b**hes scream WOW X2 [Verse 2: Dreyyz] Swift moves with the two step Two shots turn your blues red Beacoup got that blue coupe But the inside is suuwuu Throw the hazard lights and these haters go boo-hoo No Mazda but that thang zoom-zoom She she likes speed, girl I got that too I'm tryna live fast & die young in a coupe With a mouth full of gold and some '85 shoes The rifle in my hand represents the harsh truth & all you n***as liars, pray that light don't shine on you Actin' like you don't know Motherf**er you knew So your plea for remorse too cheap to pay the cost Of course, I'm probably on the block with YRB & he probably all up in that mudd just like a Jeep My pants ain't cheap, I'm always sitting on G & that ain't the cash in 'em Pockets hold a couple keys Talking keys, that's Falco on 'em Talking keys, bet Jerm got 'em Talking keys, I push foreign wheels that don't need keys to even start 'em Hard d** and b**hes Yeah a lot of them n***as try the league, like pills I'm poppin 'em The flow is dropping bombs on the Pentagon Stop it bruh You going to hard bruh You might tear or pop something Ballin' everyday, shot callin' Know them youngins spray You n***as DOA 9-1-1 & 911s aye League in the b**h so you know it's game day Pull up on your block, ski mask be my game face May day, white flaggin' like it ain't my last lap Run through your crib and take everything that you have And another time for a victory lap Just to burn that sh** down and buy the f**ing land Cash [Hook] WOW