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　　Millions (feat Rick Ross) - 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

　　Choppers choppers in the closet

　　Millions Millions in the ceiling

　　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 (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 bitch in that blue fox

　　This big face and 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 bitches with angel faces

　　Cryin' loud with ill intentions

　　Just so I can buy them Christians

　　Have em stuntin' on all

　　Their bitches ah

　　Millions Millions in the ceiling

　　Choppers choppers in the closet

　　Millions Millions in the ceiling

　　Choppers choppers in the closet

　　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 niggas

　　Used to fiddle my fingers

　　Until I found me a fortune

　　Finger f**kin Ferraris

　　South of France early mornin

　　Do drugs like 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 I'm the shit

　　Millions Millions in the ceiling

　　Choppers choppers in the closet

　　Millions Millions in the ceiling

　　Choppers choppers in the closet

　　This that shit ya'll ask for

　　Make a nigga 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**kin 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

　　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 dickin' all your bitches

　　Aaah

　　Millions Millions in the ceiling

　　Choppers choppers in the closet

　　Millions Millions in the ceiling

　　Choppers choppers in the closet

　　This shit the job only

　　This shit sound like god only

　　This shit the job only

　　This shit sound like god only

　　This shit the job only

　　This shit sound like god only

　　This shit the job only

　　This shit sound like god only