| Song | Park it Sideways |
| Artist | Slaughterhouse |
| Album | Welcome to Our House |
| [Intro]You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life | |
| Got this bitch bumping... | |
| Pocket full of money (we rollin’) | |
| Pocket full of money (we rollin’) | |
| P-p-p-pocket full of money | |
| You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life | |
| Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, club life | |
| Pocket full of money (we rollin’) | |
| Pocket full of money (we rollin’) | |
| P-p-p-pocket full of money[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9”] | |
| Y’all niggas fake as fuck | |
| Lipstick on my collar, | |
| I couldn’t make this up | |
| I live in a real estate like it’s housing | |
| Life is grand, like a thousand | |
| Stopless counting, my bitch is a walking fountain | |
| I talk to bosses, you talk to bouncers | |
| Every bad bitch you see in here is coming with us | |
| So I suggest you...[Verse 2: Joe Budden] | |
| Get off of her, officer get rid of them cuffs | |
| So many bitches 'round | |
| I don’t even know what to do with them | |
| Head ain’t even fun no more unless there’s two of them | |
| To tell the truth, | |
| I think beating it is easy | |
| So when I say | |
| I poppin models, y’all got reasons to believe me | |
| Keeping it breezy, just me and my | |
| Weekend CD | |
| Wanna fly in for the week and you see me | |
| Can tell I be beating it beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be | |
| With the dome trash, and she fuck me fast | |
| Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass[Hook] | |
| You know we’re ‘bout that club life, thug life | |
| Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, thug life | |
| Pockets full of money (we rollin’) | |
| P-p-pockets full of money (we rollin’) | |
| P-p-pockets full of money | |
| Park that motherfucker sideways | |
| Park that motherfucker sideways (we rollin’) | |
| Park that motherfucker sideways | |
| To let these niggas know you’re rolling in some motherfucking shit[Verse 3: Crooked I] | |
| Like A.I. | |
| I cross over when | |
| I’m near a mic | |
| I stay fly even though | |
| I got a fear of heights | |
| I aim steady when | |
| I’m gunning with one of them nines | |
| And you ain’t ready for a hustler who hugging his grind | |
| My chain heavy, so heavy the medallion broke the main levy | |
| Now that motherfucker is flooded with diamonds | |
| Like a broke nigga, | |
| I ain’t got nothing to lose | |
| But I’m rich in the club, the couch is under my shoes[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz] | |
| And shawty mouth is under my ooo... | |
| I can’t say that, radio don’t play that | |
| I’m so cool the sun gotta hate that | |
| But it can never blind me, now where my raise at? | |
| Yeah, boy, this is payback | |
| Y’all was hating back in | |
| May, so I said “ | |
| Hey” and bought a | |
| MaybachThe roof gone, so | |
| I park it where the shade at | |
| Leave it sideways and spin the wheel, no | |
| Sajak[Hook] |
| Intro You know we' re ' bout that club life, thug life | |
| Got this bitch bumping... | |
| Pocket full of money we rollin' | |
| Pocket full of money we rollin' | |
| Ppppocket full of money | |
| You know we' re ' bout that club life, thug life | |
| Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, club life | |
| Pocket full of money we rollin' | |
| Pocket full of money we rollin' | |
| Ppppocket full of money Verse 1: Royce Da 5' 9" | |
| Y' all niggas fake as fuck | |
| Lipstick on my collar, | |
| I couldn' t make this up | |
| I live in a real estate like it' s housing | |
| Life is grand, like a thousand | |
| Stopless counting, my bitch is a walking fountain | |
| I talk to bosses, you talk to bouncers | |
| Every bad bitch you see in here is coming with us | |
| So I suggest you... Verse 2: Joe Budden | |
| Get off of her, officer get rid of them cuffs | |
| So many bitches ' round | |
| I don' t even know what to do with them | |
| Head ain' t even fun no more unless there' s two of them | |
| To tell the truth, | |
| I think beating it is easy | |
| So when I say | |
| I poppin models, y' all got reasons to believe me | |
| Keeping it breezy, just me and my | |
| Weekend CD | |
| Wanna fly in for the week and you see me | |
| Can tell I be beating it beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be | |
| With the dome trash, and she fuck me fast | |
| Now she on standby, blame the buddy pass Hook | |
| You know we' re ' bout that club life, thug life | |
| Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, thug life | |
| Pockets full of money we rollin' | |
| Pppockets full of money we rollin' | |
| Pppockets full of money | |
| Park that motherfucker sideways | |
| Park that motherfucker sideways we rollin' | |
| Park that motherfucker sideways | |
| To let these niggas know you' re rolling in some motherfucking shit Verse 3: Crooked I | |
| Like A. I. | |
| I cross over when | |
| I' m near a mic | |
| I stay fly even though | |
| I got a fear of heights | |
| I aim steady when | |
| I' m gunning with one of them nines | |
| And you ain' t ready for a hustler who hugging his grind | |
| My chain heavy, so heavy the medallion broke the main levy | |
| Now that motherfucker is flooded with diamonds | |
| Like a broke nigga, | |
| I ain' t got nothing to lose | |
| But I' m rich in the club, the couch is under my shoes Verse 4: Joell Ortiz | |
| And shawty mouth is under my ooo... | |
| I can' t say that, radio don' t play that | |
| I' m so cool the sun gotta hate that | |
| But it can never blind me, now where my raise at? | |
| Yeah, boy, this is payback | |
| Y' all was hating back in | |
| May, so I said " | |
| Hey" and bought a | |
| MaybachThe roof gone, so | |
| I park it where the shade at | |
| Leave it sideways and spin the wheel, no | |
| Sajak Hook |