
Door Man Clipse
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[Hook: Pusha T]
Hey doorman! Tell 'em line up the Cris
I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch
You niggas keep waving 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!)
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, nigga (Hey doorman!)
[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 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 never been scared to spend my very last
Cause I can get it back, watch me get it back
Last 2 or 10 bricks, shit I'm cooking that
Hey doorman! Tell 'em line up the Cris
I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch
You niggas keep waving 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!)
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, nigga (Hey doorman!)
[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 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 never been scared to spend my very last
Cause I can get it back, watch me get it back
Last 2 or 10 bricks, shit I'm cooking that
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