Chorus:
Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
you n***** keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
ye ain't got money like this,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
so scream it if ya ambition fit,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
sing it n*****, 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 n****.
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 n****, 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, s*** I'm cookin' that.
Chorus:
Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
you n***** keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
ye ain't got money like this,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
so scream it if ya ambition fit,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
sing it n*****, 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 n****.
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' w**** 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 b****,
you n***** keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
ye ain't got money like this,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
so scream it if ya ambition fit,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
sing it n*****, 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 n****.
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 b**** 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 b****** 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 b****,
you n***** keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
ye ain't got money like this,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
so scream it if ya ambition fit,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
sing it n*****, 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 n****.
Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
you n***** keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
ye ain't got money like this,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
so scream it if ya ambition fit,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
sing it n*****, 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 n****.
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 n****, 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, s*** I'm cookin' that.
Chorus:
Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
you n***** keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
ye ain't got money like this,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
so scream it if ya ambition fit,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
sing it n*****, 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 n****.
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' w**** 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 b****,
you n***** keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
ye ain't got money like this,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
so scream it if ya ambition fit,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
sing it n*****, 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 n****.
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 b**** 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 b****** 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 b****,
you n***** keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
ye ain't got money like this,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
so scream it if ya ambition fit,
I put my money on the roof and crush this b****,
sing it n*****, 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 n****.