Millions - Pusha T feat Rick Ross

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

[Hook x2: 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

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
This that sh_t that ya'll wanted?
This sh_t cook up hard don't it?
Ya'll gotta beg my pardon on it
But this sh_t sound like God don't it? (yeaah)
I'm tired and ya'll gotta pay your tides
Call my Phantom the Holy Ghost
Church on chrome wheel tires
Pop tags when I'm paranoid
Cause a pawn shop was my paradise
I was there pop when that powder came
For that not safe in that shoe box,
Blue tops, blue tops, bad b_tch in that blue fox
This big face and Blu-ray and these black diamonds like boondocks

[Bridge: Pusha T]
I restore the feeling of when n_ggas made a killin'
Hiding choppers in the closet half a million in the ceiling
And them b_tches with angel faces cryin' loud with ill intentions
Just so I can buy them Christians have em stuntin' on all their b_tches, ah!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm haunted by horror stories, wannabe home owners
Horrible outcome but the boy got one motive
Cries when he convicted - cried on every visit
I'm crying sayin his name, ride for all my n_ggas
Used to fiddle my fingers, until I found me a fortune
Finger f_ckin Ferraris, South of France early mornin
Do drugs like Donatello, Versace, my Acapella
Never see me in Neimans, n_gga commiting treason
Soft loafer prefered, frost organic herb
Stay away from the forbes of our only can tell you more
I got this I got that
I got that, I got this
Got a kilo for twenty
My n_ggas say I'm the sh_t

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
This that sh_t ya'll ask for
Make a n_gga mash on the gas, floored
2- door, 4-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 ridin same coupes
How we still f_ckin same hoes?
Why we still buy the same clothes?
How we both got the same watch?
I'm just keepin ya'll on your toes
Dope boys, gold mind
That price drop and that coke rise
Then set it over that blue flame
Then hang to dry like clothes line

[Bridge: Pusha T]
I restore the feeling of when n_ggas 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 d_ckin' all your b_tches - aaah!

[Hook]

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