Millions
@PUSHA_T feat @rickyrozay Lyrics

You know what happen when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together, right?
When G.O.O.D. Music and MMG come together, we make money.

Millions millions in the ceiling
We have millions of dollars hidden in the ceiling.

Choppas choppas in the closet
There are guns hidden in the closet.

This that shit that y'all wanted
This is the type of music that people have been asking for.

This shit cook up hard, don't it?
This music is hard-hitting and intense.

Y'all gotta beg my pardon on it
You need to apologize for doubting me.

But this shit sound like God don't it?
This music is so good, it's like it was sent by God.

Yuugh, I'm tired, nigga and y'all gotta pay your tithes, nigga
I am tired, and you need to pay me what you owe me.

Call my Phantom the holy ghost, church on chrome wheel tires, nigga
My car is like a holy ghost, with church-like rims.

Pop tags when I'm paranoid, cause the pawn shop was my paradise
I like to spend money when I'm paranoid, because I used to love going to the pawn shop.

I was dead pop when that powder came for that knot saved in that shoe box
I was almost caught when the police came looking for the money I had saved in a shoe box.

Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that blue fox
I have blue pills, and a bad woman in a blue car.

This big face is in Blu-ray and these black diamonds like boondocks
My watch is expensive and my diamonds are black like the television show 'The Boondocks.'

I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a killin'
I bring back the feeling of when people used to make a lot of money.

Hidin' choppas in the closet, half a million in the ceiling
There are guns hidden in the closet, and there is half a million dollars hidden in the ceiling.

And them hoes with angel faces, cryin' loud with ill intentions
Women who look innocent cry loudly with bad intentions.

Just so I can buy them Christians, have 'em shittin' on all they bitches, ah!
I buy expensive things for women who then disrespect other women.

I'm haunted by horror stories, wanna-be home owners
I am haunted by bad experiences, and by people who want to own homes.

Horrible outcome, a dope boy got one motive
The outcome is usually bad when a drug dealer has only one motivation.

Cries when he convicted, cried on every visit
He cried when he was convicted, and he cries during every visit in jail.

I'm cryin' sayin' his name, ride for all my niggas
I am crying and saying his name, and I will support all of my friends.

Used to fiddle my finger 'til I found me a fortune
I used to play with my fingers, until I found a way to make money.

Finger fuck a Ferrari, south of France early morning
I am driving a Ferrari, in the early morning in the south of France.

Did drugs with Donatella, Versace my A Capella
I did drugs with Donatella Versace, and my music is Versace-like.

Never see me in Neiman's, niggas committin' treason
I do not shop at Neiman's, because it is a betrayal to do so.

Soft loafer preferred, frost, organic herb
I like to wear soft loafers, smoke organic weed, and have jewelry that looks like frost.

Stay away from the Forbes, if I only could tell you more
Stay away from the wealthy, if only I could say more.

I got this I got that, I got that I got this
I have many things, and I am successful.

Got a kilo for 20, my choppas say I'm the shit
I can buy a kilogram of drugs for a low price, and my guns make me feel powerful.

This that shit y'all ask for
This is the type of music that people have requested.

Make a nigga mash on the gas, floor
This music will make someone accelerate their car quickly.

Two-door, four-door, roll through the hood like task force
I drive both two-door and four-door cars, and I go through the neighborhood like a police task force.

Fast forward--oops! They say they wanna see proof
People want to see evidence of my success.

My record sales ain't much as theirs and we still ride the same coupes
Even though my record sales are not as high as theirs, we still drive the same cars.

How we still fuck the same hoes, why we still buy the same clothes
We still sleep with the same women and wear the same clothes.

How we both got the same watch, I'm just keepin' y'all on y'all toes
We both have the same expensive watch, but I am making it seem like there is a difference between us.

Dope boys, gold mine, that price drop and that coke rise
Drug dealers are like a gold mine, with the drugs going up and down in price.

Then set it over that blue flame then hang it dry like clothesline
I heat the drugs over a blue flame, and then dry it on a clothesline.

Got the razor on the counter, Arm & Hammer in the kitchen
I have a razor on the counter, and Arm & Hammer baking soda in the kitchen to make drugs.

Just to keep my feet in Christians and keep fuckin' all y'all bitches
I spend money on expensive shoes so that I can sleep with many women.

This that shit that ya'll wanted
This is the type of music that people have asked for.

This shit sound like God don't it?
This music is so good, it's like it was sent by God.