"Millions" lyrics

[Pusha T:]
You know what happens when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together right?
We get that money

Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet

Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet

This that shit that ya'll wanted?
This shit cook up hard don't it?
Ya'll gotta beg my pardon on it
But this shit sound like God don't it? (yeah)
I'm tired nigga and ya'll gotta pay your tithes nigga
Call my Phantom the Holy Ghost
Church on chrome wheel tires nigga
Pop tags when I'm paranoid
'Cause the pawn shop was my paradise
I was dead pop when that powder came
For that knot saved in that shoe box
Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that blue fox
This big face is in Blu-ray and these black diamonds like Boondocks

I restore the feeling of when niggas made a killin'
Hiding choppers in the closet half a million in the ceiling
And them whores with angel faces cryin' loud with ill intentions
Just so I can buy them Christians have em shitting on all their bitches, ah!

Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet

Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet

[Rick Ross:]
I'm haunted by horror stories, wanna-be home owners
Horrible outcome, a dope boy got one motive
Cries when he convicted, cried on every visit
I'm cryin' sayin' his name, ride for all my niggas
Used to fiddle my finger 'til I found me a fortune
Finger fuck a Ferrari, south of France early morning
Did drugs with Donatella, Versace my acappella
Never see me in Neiman's, niggas committin' treason
Soft loafer preferred, frost, organic herb
Stay away from the Forbes, if I only could tell you more
I got this I got that, I got that I got this
Got a kilo for 20, my choppas say I'm the shit

[Pusha T:]
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet

Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet

This that shit y'all ask for
Make a nigga mash on the gas, floor
Two-door, four-door
Roll through the hood like task force
Fast forward–oops! They say they wanna see proof
My record sales ain't much as theirs
And we still ride the same coupes
How we still fuck the same hoes
Why we still buy the same clothes
How we both got the same watch
I'm just keepin' y'all on y'all toes
Dope boys, gold mine
That price drop and that coke rise
Then set it over that blue flame
Then hang it dry like clothes line

I restore the feeling of when niggas made a killin'
Hiding choppers in the closet half a million in the ceiling
Got the razor on the counter Arm & Hammer in the kitchen
Just to keep my feet in Christians and keep fucking all y'all bitches - aah!

Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet

Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Millions, millions in the ceiling
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet

This that shit that ya'll wanted, this shit sound like God don't it
This that shit that ya'll wanted, this shit sound like God don't it
This that shit that ya'll wanted, this shit sound like God don't it
This that shit that ya'll wanted, this shit sound like God don't it