The Clipse - Door Man lyrics

[Chorus:] Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h, you n***as keep wavin' 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, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this n***a. [Verse 1:] Every all star, every Cancun, every holiday South Beach in full bloom, thousand dollar suites white sheets, white rooms, I 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, c**aine bought me everything I ever had, and I ain't neva been scared that's been my very last, cause I can get it back, watch me get it back, last 2 o 10 bricks, sh** I'm cookin' that. [Chorus:] Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h, you n***as keep wavin' 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, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this n***a. [Verse 2:] My life's too real to be a PSA, the million in the ceiling is for a rainy day, I cut it than whip her like she Annie Mae, praise God I escaped by his amazin' grace, nah neva was I savin' Face, some family ties aren't possible 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 and the ocean view, the tell tale signs that expose the truth, Lil' Willy Rat King this one's for you. [Chorus:] Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h, you n***as keep wavin' 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, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this n***a. [Verse 3:] We get it in a flash like paparazzi, cars, crib, everything big body, big charm, hangi' from my big chain, swing side to side feelin' like I'm T-Pain, pull up to the crib b**h think she seein' thangs, make a hundred stacks blow it like it's pocket change. [Verse 4:] 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 comin' with big spoilers, all because them b**hes is actin' like they jallers (?), and we don't count money we way it like fish orders. Chorus: Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h, you n***as keep wavin' 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, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this n***a.