Rick Ross - Millions lyrics
[Intro: Pusha-T] You know what happen when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together, right? We get that money [Hook: Pusha-T] x2 Millions-millions in the ceiling Millions-millions in the ceiling Millions-millions in the ceiling Millions-millions in the ceiling Choppas-choppas in the closet Choppas-choppas in the closet Choppas-choppas in the closet Choppas-choppas in the closet [Verse 1: Pusha-T] This that sh** that y'all wanted This sh** cook up hard, don't it? Y'all gotta beg my pardon on it But this sh** sound like God don't it? Yuugh, I'm tired, n***a and y'all gotta pay your tithes, n***a Call my Phantom the holy ghost, church on chrome wheel tires, n***a 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 shoebox Blue tops, blue tops, bad b**h in that blue fox This big face is in blu-ray and these black diamonds like Boondocks I restore the feelin' of when n***as made a k**in' Hidin' choppas in the closet, half a million in the ceiling And them hoes with angel faces, cryin' loud with ill intentions Just so I can buy them Christians, have 'em sh**tin' on all they b**hes, ah! [Hook] x2 Millions-millions in the ceiling Millions-millions in the ceiling Millions-millions in the ceiling Millions-millions in the ceiling Choppas-choppas in the closet Choppas-choppas in the closet Choppas-choppas in the closet Choppas-choppas in the closet [Verse 2: 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 n***as Used to fiddle my finger 'til I found me a fortune Finger f** a Ferrari, south of France early morning Did d** with Donatella, Versace my a cappella Never see me in Neiman's, n***as 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 sh** [Hook] x2 Millions-millions in the ceiling Millions-millions in the ceiling Millions-millions in the ceiling Millions-millions in the ceiling Choppas-choppas in the closet Choppas-choppas in the closet Choppas-choppas in the closet Choppas-choppas in the closet [Verse 3: Pusha T] This that sh** y'all ask for Make a n***a 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 f** 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 clothesline I restore the feelin' of when n***as made a k**in' Hidin' choppas 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 f**in' all y'all b**hes [Hook] x2 Millions-millions in the ceiling Millions-millions in the ceiling Millions-millions in the ceiling Millions-millions in the ceiling Choppas-choppas in the closet Choppas-choppas in the closet Choppas-choppas in the closet Choppas-choppas in the closet [Outro] x4 This that sh** that ya'll wanted This sh** sound like God don't it