Post Up In The Parkin Lot-Jon Young & J Cash

(feat. Calliko) Sky Skrapin Entertainment [Chorus:] I don't... I don't need your VIP I'll post up in the parkin' lot. Post up in the parkin' lot Post up in the parkin' lot [x4] [J.Cash:] Rider lookin so clean Chevy lookin so mean Sittin on some colored glass Like a bottle of some Sobe I'm at the club you know me White Tee and Chuck Taylors LA hat is to the back The bouncers bein straight haters Tellin me I can't come in I gotta meet the dress code But I don't do that silk sh*t These dudes lookin like straight hoes Gotta have a collared shirt Naw homie I hate those Said, "well those the rules" so bump that homie I'm a break those Chevy with the Lambo doors and it got the popped trunk Black and white paint job air brushed sayin "GOT DONKS? " Speakers bumpin Lil' Boosie tellin me to swerve on em Everybody goin wild parkin on the curb on em Standin on the roof of the brand new Escalade I don't need no VIP cause I'm already playa made And I don't want nobody tellin me what I can and can't do So I'm a post up in the parkin' lot and act a straight fool [Chorus x4] [Calliko:] (I bring the party to ME!) I refuse to take my fitted off and spend up on the cover charge I ain't puttin on no button up to get up in the club at all I sip until my cup is gone, Smoke until the butt is off, and Post up in the parkin' lot and wait up on the club to close I can't get up in VIP, I ain't showin no ID But I brought all the Shawtys so I'm a bring the party straight to me They hate to see me pullin up The speakers poundin' loud as f**k Roundin up they chicks cause they insist on ridin out with us They wanna see ferreal that's straight Hope off in the Chevrolet I tell em bring they friends and let em know that we got extra space Them b**ches hate then let em hate Don't feed into they jealousy They made cause you in the position that they'll never be So let em be, make yourself at home up on these leather seats Together we can roll out and just zone out to this melody Sky Skrapin Entertainment, hooked up with them 80's babies You can't be in the parkin' lot without hearin somebody sayin... [Chorus x4] [Jon Young:] Ay I don't need a club to meet hoes So what I gotta dress up for? I'm here to throw some f**kin bows And act a fool with my folks They playin trap sh*t but scared to let the trappers in It's packed in with fake cats So why I wanna chill with them? I'd rather post up in the parkin' lot and let loose Got that king kong in the trunk, bangin them raw tunes There ain't no cover charge There ain't no dress code The chick still shakin that a** man it's a free show Donk riders in they whips show stoppin Got the folks standin in line, starin and whatchin Even got the Reaggeton chicks turnin heads Got they mans all heated I can see em turnin red Man f**k VIP it's a waste if you ask me You blowin hunnies just to get up in some hoes jeans? Sh*t I could get a chick walkin down the block b**ch It don't need your VIP I'll post up in the lot b**ch! [Chorus x4]