No Malice - Door Man lyrics

[Hook: Pusha T] Hey doorman, tell em line up the Cris I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h You n***as keep waving them wrists I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h Ye ain't got money like this I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h So scream it if ya ambition fit I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h (Sing it n***as) You ain't got money like this Paper plates on a brand new Six I just taught my young boys how to mix You ain't seen paper like this, n***a [Verse 1: Pusha T] Every All-Star, every Cancun Every holiday South Beach in full bloom Thousand dollar suites white sheets, white rooms I've got a bright future neck like a full moon Buy what we want, spend what they want Young, rich, hot n***a, everything she wants Triple beams scales got me under deep spells Kiss my forehead, momma knows I mean well Cocaine bought me everything I ever had And I ain't never been scared to spend my very last Cause I can get it back, watch me get it back Last 2 or 10 bricks, sh** I'm cooking that [Hook] [Verse 2: Malice] My life's too real to be a PSA The million in the ceiling's for a rainy day I cut it, then whip her like she Annie Mae Praise God I escaped by his amazing grace Nah, never was I saving Face Some family ties are impossible to break The almighty judge, only he can save me Don't cry for us now, just pray for our babies Mercedes 5 with the open roof Miami Hot Rods in the ocean view The tell-tale signs that expose the truth Lil Willy Rat King, this one's for you [Hook] [Verse 3: Malice] We get it in a flash like paparazzi Cars, crib, everything big body Big charm, hanging from my big chain Swing side to side, feeling like I'm T-Pain Pull up to the crib, b**h thinks she's seeing thangs Make a hundred stacks, blow it like it's pocket change [Verse 4: Pusha T] If the good die young, than the greats go to jail I miss my Tony, hope you snitches burn in hell Kiss and tell with sales on us ballers All because them two doors coming with big spoilers All because them b**hes is acting like they jaw-less And we don't count money, we weigh it like fish orders [Hook] [Outro: Pusha T] Doorman!