| Song | Door Man |
| Artist | Clipse |
| Album | Til The Casket Drops |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Pharrell Williams/Gene Thornton/Terrence Thornton | |
| 作曲 : Pharrell Williams/Gene Thornton/Terrence Thornton | |
| [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 | |
| [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 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 high rise in the ocean view | |
| The tell-tale signs that expose the truth | |
| Lil Willy Rat King, this one's for you | |
| [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 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, bitch 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, then 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 bitches is acting like they jaw-less | |
| And we don't count money, we weigh it like fish orders | |
| [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!) |
| zuo ci : Pharrell Williams Gene Thornton Terrence Thornton | |
| zuo qu : Pharrell Williams Gene Thornton Terrence Thornton | |
| 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 AllStar, 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 | |
| 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 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 high rise in the ocean view | |
| The telltale signs that expose the truth | |
| Lil Willy Rat King, this one' s for you | |
| 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 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 TPain | |
| Pull up to the crib, bitch 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, then 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 bitches is acting like they jawless | |
| And we don' t count money, we weigh it like fish orders | |
| 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! |
| zuò cí : Pharrell Williams Gene Thornton Terrence Thornton | |
| zuò qǔ : Pharrell Williams Gene Thornton Terrence Thornton | |
| 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 AllStar, 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 | |
| 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 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 high rise in the ocean view | |
| The telltale signs that expose the truth | |
| Lil Willy Rat King, this one' s for you | |
| 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 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 TPain | |
| Pull up to the crib, bitch 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, then 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 bitches is acting like they jawless | |
| And we don' t count money, we weigh it like fish orders | |
| 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! |