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MoneySign Suede

3 Straps

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Hip-Hop/Rap

3 Straps was released on December 18, 2025 by The Machine Works/Atlantic as a part of the album Parkside Santa 2

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

MoneySign Suede

MoneySign Suede

Vocals

Parkside Legend

Parkside Legend

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Adam Loeman

Songwriter

Jaime Brugada Valdez

Jaime Brugada Valdez

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Adam Loeman

Producer

Will Steller

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Mhm

It's 'bout that time, ****, I'm 'bout to take over

[Verse 1]

Ayy, they know where I stay, ayy, they know where I be at

I got big-ass straps where I be at

****, I don't know you, so, ****, where the fee at?

**** hate, so I'm riding with my seat back

All my **** say they down to go and creep back

Uh, free my ****, I just want my **** free fast

Robbed that ****, he a lame, that was a free bag

Y'all **** talking 'bout things you need, you need a kneepad

She's happy, lil' ****, don't be sad

Three **** deep, so, ****, that's three straps

Leave a bitch, but your stick, always keep that

Twitter finger, ****, you probably master of the keyboard

My **** cold, they gon' slide where you sleep at

Coldhearted ****, do you dirty, fuck what we had

I be feeling crazy, but I'm too street to go to rehab

I just walk specific with my chain, where the P's at?

P have for Parkside, for the Park

Don't get it twisted, I don't bang, but I ain't no mark

Like TNT, fireworks, bitch, we let it spark

****, don't make me start, went to take you on leash, you stayed in the car

Want me to keep it real, y'all lame **** ain't trying hard

Everything going bad, I just caught a new charge

My **** always ready, we on go like we charge

Suede be fucking up, but that ****, he a star

He a star, but he don't know it

I be strapped and I be toting it

**** hating, **** choking

**** mad 'cause I bring dough in

Bring us pressure, I could pole it

Take a flick so I could post it

I be fly, these **** cloning

How you thought I wasn't gon' notice?

We the flyest in the room

I'm on parole, I'm still a goon

These real diamonds, you could assume

If I want it, I'll get it soon

I'm in the county with the spoon

Spice, dominos, I need two

Ayy, only if you knew

Baby, this life, shit ain't cool

I'm eating good, no more bologna

In my city, I'm a trophy

I just wanna fuck, then fade away like Kobe (Like Kobe)

The Rollie's mine, I feel like Tony

Before you come and try me, ask around, you gon' know me

Written by: Adam Loeman, Jaime Brugada Valdez

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