Clipse - Door Man lyrics

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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 Cocaine 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) (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) (Verse 3) We get it in a flash like paparazzi, cars, crib, everything big body Big charm, hangin' 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 weigh it like fish orders (Chorus)

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