Door Man
Clipse"Door Man" is a song by Clipse, released in 2009 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:56 long and contains 79 lines and 729 words.
Lyrics
0:03Hey doorman tell 'em line up the Cris'
0:05I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
0:10You niggas keep wavin' them wrists
0:11I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
0:15Ye ain't got money like this
0:17I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
0:21So scream it If ya ambition fit
0:23I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
0:26Sing it niggas lalalalalalalalalala ye ain't got money like this
0:33Lalalalalalalalalala paper plates on a brand new six
0:38Lalalalalalalalalala I just taught my young boys how to mix
0:45Lalalalalalalalalala ye ain't seen paper like this ni**a
0:51Every all star every Cancun every holiday
0:55South Beach in full bloom thousand dollar suites
0:58White sheets white rooms I got a bright future neck like a full moon
1:03Buy what we want spend what they want
1:06Young rich hot ni**a everything she wants
1:09Triple beams scales got me under deep spells
1:12Kiss my forehead momma knows I mean well
1:15Coc*ine bought me everything I ever had
1:18And I ain't neva been scared that's been my very last
1:21'Cause I can get it back watch me get it back
1:24Last 2 o 10 bricks sh*t I'm cookin' that
1:27Hey doorman tell 'em line up the Cris'
1:29I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
1:34You niggas keep wavin' them wrists
1:35I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
1:40Ye ain't got money like this
1:41I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
1:45So scream it If ya ambition fit
1:47I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
1:50Sing it niggas lalalalalalalalalala ye ain't got money like this
1:56Lalalalalalalalalala paper plates on a brand new six
2:02Lalalalalalalalalala I just taught my young boys how to mix
2:08Lalalalalalalalalala ye ain't seen paper like this ni**a
2:15My life's too real to be a PSA
2:18The million in the ceiling is for a rainy day
2:21I cut it than whip her like she Annie Mae
2:24Praise God I escaped by his amazin' grace nah neva was I savin' 'Face
2:30Some family ties aren't possible to break
2:33The almighty judge only he can save me
2:36Don't cry for us now just pray for our babies
2:39Mercedes 5 with the open roof Miami hot rods and the ocean view
2:45The tell tale signs that expose the truth Lil Willy Rat King this one's for you
2:51Hey doorman tell 'em line up the Cris'
2:54I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
2:57You niggas keep wavin' them wrists
2:59I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
3:04Ye ain't got money like this
3:05I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
3:09So scream it If ya ambition fit
3:11I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
3:14Sing it niggas lalalalalalalalalala ye ain't got money like this
3:21Lalalalalalalalalala paper plates on a brand new six
3:26Lalalalalalalalalala I just taught my young boys how to mix
3:33Lalalalalalalalalala ye ain't seen paper like this ni**a
3:39We get it in a flash like paparazzi cars crib everything big body
3:45Big charm hangin' from my big chain
3:48Swing side to side feelin' like I'm T-Pain
3:51Pull up to the crib b**ch think she seein' thangs
3:54Make a hundred stacks blow it like it's pocket change
3:57If the good die young than the greats go to jail
4:00I miss my Tony hope you snitches burn in Hell
4:03Kiss and tell with sales on us ballers
4:06All because them two doors comin' with big spoilers
4:09All because them b**ches is actin' like they jaw-less( )
4:12And we don't count money we weigh it like fish orders
4:15Hey doorman tell 'em line up the Cris'
4:18I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
4:22You niggas keep wavin' them wrists
4:23I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
4:28Ye ain't got money like this
4:29I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
4:33So scream it If ya ambition fit
4:35I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch
4:38Sing it niggas lalalalalalalalalala ye ain't got money like this
4:44Lalalalalalalalalala paper plates on a brand new six
4:51Lalalalalalalalalala I just taught my young boys how to mix
4:56Lalalalalalalalalala ye ain't seen paper like this ni**a
Hey doorman tell 'em line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch Ye ain't got money like this I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch So scream it If ya ambition fit I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch 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 ni**a 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 ni**a everything she wants Triple beams scales got me under deep spells Kiss my forehead momma knows I mean well Coc*ine 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*t I'm cookin' that Hey doorman tell 'em line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch Ye ain't got money like this I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch So scream it If ya ambition fit I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch 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 ni**a 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 Hey doorman tell 'em line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch Ye ain't got money like this I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch So scream it If ya ambition fit I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch 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 ni**a 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**ch 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 b**ches is actin' like they jaw-less( ) And we don't count money we weigh it like fish orders Hey doorman tell 'em line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch Ye ain't got money like this I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch So scream it If ya ambition fit I put my money on the roof and crush this b**ch 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 ni**a
Translation
Select a language to see the translated lyrics.