Pusha T - Millions lyrics

rate me

You know what happen when good music and mmg get together, right

We get that money

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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 y’all wanted

This shit cook up hard on it

Y’all gotta beg my pardon on it

But this shit sound like god on it

Yeah, I’m tired nigga, and y’all gotta pay your ties nigga

Call my phantom the holy ghost,

Church on chrome with tires nigga

Pop tags and I’m paranoid, cause upon shout was my paradise

I was dead pop when that powder came

For that noxious in that shoe box

Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that blue fox

Tis big face and blue-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 niggas with angel faces cryin out with ill intentions

And just so I can buy them christians have em shit on all their bitches ah

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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

I’m honored by horror stories, wanna be home owners

Horrible outcome a dope boy I got one motive

Prize when he conficted, pride on every visit

I’m crying sayin his name, ride for all my niggas

Used to fiddle my fingers, til I found me a fortune

Finger fuckin Ferrari's, south of france early mornin

Get drunk with Donatello, Versace, my Acapella

Never see me in Neimans, nigga 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 niggas say Im the shit

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This that shit y'll ask for

Make a nigga on the gas floor

2- door, 4-door, roll through the hood like task force

Fast forward, oops, they say they wanna see proof

My record sells aint much as theirs and we still ridin same coupes

How we still fuckin same hoe?

How 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

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-N- Hammer in the kitchen

Just to keep my feet in christians and keep fuckin all your bitches,

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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.