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Door Man

歌曲	Door Man
歌手	Clipse
专辑	Til The Casket Drops

歌词

	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!)

拼音

	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!