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Hey doorman, tell 'em line up the Cris'

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

Youkeep wavin' them wrists

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

Ye ain't got money like this

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

So scream it If ya ambition fit

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

Sing it 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

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 everything she wants

Triple beams scales got me under deep spells

Kiss my forehead, momma knows I mean well

C**e 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**t I'm cookin' that

Hey doorman, tell 'em line up the Cris'

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

Youkeep wavin' them wrists

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

Ye ain't got money like this

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

So scream it If ya ambition fit

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

Sing it 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

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**h

Youkeep wavin' them wrists

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

Ye ain't got money like this

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

So scream it If ya ambition fit

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

Sing lalalalalalalalalala, it 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

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**h 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

Jaw-lessAll because them b**s is actin' like they

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**h

Youkeep wavin' them wrists

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

Ye ain't got money like this

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

So scream it If ya ambition fit

I put my money on the roof and crush this b**h

Sing it 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

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