Doorman by Clipse
Doorman lyrics
Chorus:
Hey doorman, tell�em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin� them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain�t got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, 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 nigga.
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 nigga, 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, shit I�m cookin� that.
Chorus:
Hey doorman, tell�em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin� them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain�t got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, 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 nigga.
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 bitch, you niggas keep wavin� them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain�t got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, 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 nigga.
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 bitch 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 bitches 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 bitch, you niggas keep wavin� them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain�t got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, 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 nigga.
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