Clipse Door Man Lyrics

[Chorus]
Hey doorman,
Tell 'em line up the cris,
I put my money on the roof and crush this *****,
You *****s keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money on the roof and crush this *****,
Ye ain't got money like this,
I put my money on the roof and crush this *****,
So scream it if ya ambition fit,
I put my money on the roof and crush this *****,
Sing it *****s, la la la la la la la la la la,
Ye ain't got money like this,
La la la la la la la la la la
Paper plates on a brand new six,
La la la la la la la la la la
I just taught my young boys how to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this *****.

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 *****, 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 of 10 bricks, **** I'm cookin' that.

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My life's too real to be a P-S-A,
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.

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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 ***** think she seein' thangs,
Make a hundred stacks blow it like it's pocket change.

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 *****es is actin' like they jaw-less,
And we don't count money we way it like fish orders.

[Chorus]

Written by: Terrence Thornton, Gene Thornton Jr, Pharrell Williams
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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