[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!