Millions
Pusha T Lyrics


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You know what happen when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together, right?
We get that money

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

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

This that shit that y'all wanted
This shit cook up hard, don't it?
Y'all gotta beg my pardon on it
But this shit sound like God don't it?
Yuugh, I'm tired, nigga and y'all gotta pay your tithes, nigga
Call my Phantom the holy ghost, church on chrome wheel tires, nigga
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 shoe box
Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that blue fox
This big face is in Blu-ray and these black diamonds like boondocks
I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a killin'
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 shittin' on all they bitches, ah!

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

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

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 niggas
Used to fiddle my finger 'til I found me a fortune
Finger fuck a Ferrari, south of France early morning
Did drugs with Donatella, Versace my A Capella
Never see me in Neiman's, niggas 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 shit

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

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

This that shit y'all ask for
Make a nigga 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 fuck 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 niggas made a killin'
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 fuckin' all y'all bitches

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

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

This that shit that ya'll wanted
This shit sound like God don't it

This that shit that ya'll wanted
This shit sound like God don't it

This that shit that ya'll wanted
This shit sound like God don't it





This that shit that ya'll wanted
This shit sound like God don't it

Overall Meaning

The song "Millions" by Pusha T is a collaboration with Rick Ross from their joint album "Wrath of Caine" released in 2013. The song is an ode to their lavish lifestyles and the amount of money they have accumulated over time. In the first verse, Pusha T talks about the vast amount of money he has hidden in his home, with millions in the ceiling and choppas (guns) in the closet. He refers to his luxurious lifestyle with the line "call my Phantom the holy ghost, church on chrome wheel tires." He also talks about the price he paid for his success and the paranoia that comes with it.


The chorus repeats the line "millions in the ceiling, choppas in the closet" emphasizing the abundance of wealth they both possess. In the second verse, Rick Ross recounts his journey to fortune, including his experiences with drugs and parties with famous people like Donatella Versace. He also highlights the shared experiences between him and Pusha, like the same cars, clothes, and even women.


Overall, the song is a testament to the luxurious lifestyle they both have achieved, and the trials and tribulations they overcame to get there.


Line by Line Meaning

You know what happen when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together, right?
When two great musical groups such as G.O.O.D. Music and MMG come together, there is a chance to make a lot of money.


We get that money
The collaboration creates an opportunity to make money.


Millions millions in the ceiling
There is a lot of money stored in the building's ceiling.


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


This that shit that y'all wanted
The people wanted this type of music.


This shit cook up hard, don't it?
The music sounds good and is enjoyable.


Y'all gotta beg my pardon on it
People need to ask for forgiveness for doubting the quality of the music.


But this shit sound like God don't it?
The music is so good that it sounds like it is divine.


Yugh, I'm tired, nigga and y'all gotta pay your tithes, nigga
Pusha T is tired and people need to give him the money they owe him.


Call my Phantom the holy ghost, church on chrome wheel tires, nigga
Pusha T has a white Rolls Royce Phantom that he calls the Holy Ghost with chrome wheels and it looks like a church on wheels.


Pop tags when I'm paranoid, cause the pawn shop was my paradise
Pusha T buys expensive things when he is feeling paranoid because he loves to go to pawn shops.


I was dead pop when that powder came for that knot saved in that shoe box
Pusha T almost died when he opened a shoe box that had a lot of drugs and money in it.


Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that blue fox
He has blue drugs and a bad girl in a blue convertible.


This big face is in Blu-ray and these black diamonds like boondocks
He has a lot of money which is on display like a movie in high definition and has black diamond jewelry like the Boondocks TV show character.


I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a killin'
Pusha T brings back the feeling of when people made a lot of money by selling drugs.


Hidin' choppas in the closet, half a million in the ceiling
He has guns hidden in the closet and a lot of money stored in the ceiling.


And them hoes with angel faces, cryin' loud with ill intentions
Women with good looks and seemingly good intentions are crying for money and other motives.


Just so I can buy them Christians, have 'em shittin' on all they bitches, ah!
Pusha T uses his money to make religious women defecate on other people.


I'm haunted by horror stories, wanna-be home owners
Pusha T is haunted by scary stories and people who want to own homes.


Horrible outcome, a dope boy got one motive
Drug dealers have few options available to them to make money.


Cries when he convicted, cried on every visit
Drug dealers cry when they are in jail and when they receive visits in jail.


I'm cryin' sayin' his name, ride for all my niggas
Pusha T cries and supports his friends in the drug-dealing business.


Used to fiddle my finger 'til I found me a fortune
Pusha T used to be idle until he found a way to make money.


Finger fuck a Ferrari, south of France early morning
He is driving a Ferrari and enjoying life in the southern part of France early in the morning.


Did drugs with Donatella, Versace my A Capella
Pusha T did drugs with Donatella Versace and his rhymes are acapella, meaning there is no music accompanying it.


Never see me in Neiman's, niggas committin' treason
Pusha T does not shop at Neiman Marcus and he thinks it is a form of betrayal if others do.


Soft loafer preferred, frost, organic herb
He likes soft loafers, frosty jewelry, and organic herbs.


Stay away from the Forbes, if I only could tell you more
Pusha T thinks people should avoid Forbes magazine and there may be more reasons he cannot disclose.


I got this I got that, I got that I got this
He has many things, including money and possessions.


Got a kilo for 20, my choppas say I'm the shit
He has a kilo of drugs and his guns are powerful.


This that shit y'all ask for
This is the type of music his fans requested.


Make a nigga mash on the gas, floor
This music makes people want to go fast.


Two-door, four-door, roll through the hood like task force
He drives two-door and four-door cars, and drives around the neighborhood like a police task force.


Fast forward--oops! They say they wanna see proof
Pusha T is advancing through life quickly and people are asking for evidence.


My record sales ain't much as theirs and we still ride the same coupes
He may not have as much success as others, but he still has luxurious cars.


How we still fuck the same hoes, why we still buy the same clothes
He and others share women they sleep with and purchase the same clothes.


How we both got the same watch, I'm just keepin' y'all on y'all toes
He and another person have identical watches but he is just trying to keep everyone alert.


Dope boys, gold mine, that price drop and that coke rise
Drug dealers earn a lot of money when prices for their product increase.


Then set it over that blue flame then hang it dry like clothesline
The drug is cooked over a blue flame and then dried like clothes on a line.


Got the razor on the counter, Arm & Hammer in the kitchen
He has a razor on the counter and uses Arm & Hammer baking soda to prepare drugs.


Just to keep my feet in Christians and keep fuckin' all y'all bitches
He uses his money to buy expensive Christian Louboutin shoes and to sleep with many women.


This that shit that ya'll wanted
Pusha T is giving his fans the type of music they asked for.


This shit sound like God don't it
The music is so good, it sounds divine.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Joshua Luellen, Kanye West, Mike Dean, Ricardo Lamarre, Terius Nash, William Roberts

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2020 Make it Stop

Pusha T is finally getting the props he has been long overdue. You youngstas out there may not know Pusha and his brother, no malice, were the duo known as Clipse back in the day. They were produced by a young new man on the scene, Pharelll.
Now like Mase from bad boy, no malice found religion and left the game (Can't blame him if he found it). Clipse got screwed royally by the label they had as well.
Pusha reminds me of an independent artist who already in the ranks of rap basically had to drop a few levels and still made his way back to the top and look at his title and signing at GOOD music.
And while Kanye has a different personality than 99%, one thing you can never take away from Kanye is what he has done for the game. If you never have, Google tracks Kanye produced. You will have a new outlook on Yeezy after that.
But pusha is so much of a lyricist, a storyteller. Think 2pac, slim, shyne (one album then went to jail for puffy unfortunately, go listen to The Life), notorious, and I'll put Freddie Gibbs and Royce da 5'9 in this as well.

It's appalling to me, born in '83, coming up through this genre and now I hear a song that just says Gucci gang???!?! What the holy fuck? And while designer did have Panda, at least the goddamn melody was there.

It's a shame, I say with confidence two things. 1. This art has been saturated by face tattoo fucking kids who try to use the entertainer aspect but the fucking music is trash. One artist of late is Kevin Gates (Did trust you with pusha). If pac and biggie hadn't gotten murdered, this conversation wouldn't be had.

And 50 cent rightfully fired on the first artist who really fucked shit up going commercial, Ja Rule. Nelly could do those crossover pop songs and that was ok because he could also drop an album. Now it's a lot of selling out.

So King Push, I honestly say thank you. Your work is definitely not just listened to but enjoyed on so many levels. And it's sad you didn't get to the top and stay there long ago. But you know what you're doing and I'm proud you have been able to survive when nobody else could have. If Kanye ever goes off the reservation for good, you could run that label no doubt.

Respect to these artists, the rest of you fuckers retire now or keep doing a disservice. Don't forget who paved the way too. You owe homage to those artists before you. On that note, met KRS One in NYC one day near the UN. Doing an interview for the source that day where he was gonna be on the cover. Talked for 30 minutes or so, I mean the guy was so knowledgeable about the game but also just a normal man.

"They say they wanna see truth, my record sales ain't much as there's and we still ride the same coupe.
How we still fuck the same hoes? Why we still buy the same clothes?
How we both got the same watch, I'm just keeping y'all on your toes"



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

[Chorus: Pusha-T]
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
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 shit that y'all wanted
This shit cook up hard, don't it?
Y'all gotta beg my pardon on it
But this shit sound like God don't it?
Yuugh, I'm tired, nigga
And y'all gotta pay your tithes, nigga
Call my Phantom the holy ghost
Church on chrome wheel tires, nigga
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 bitch in that blue fox
This big face is in Blu-Ray
And these black diamonds like Boondocks

[Bridge: Pusha-T]
I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a killin'
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 shittin' on all they bitches, ah!

[Chorus: Pusha-T]
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
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 niggas
Used to fiddle my finger 'til I found me a fortune
Finger fuck a Ferrari, south of France early morning
Did drugs with Donatella, Versace my a cappella
Never see me in Neiman's, niggas 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 shit

[Chorus: Pusha-T]
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
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 shit y'all ask for
Make a nigga 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 fuck 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
[Bridge: Pusha-T]
I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a killin'
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 fuckin' all y'all bitches

[Chorus: Pusha-T]
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
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: Pusha-T]
This that shit that ya'll wanted, this shit sound like God don't it
This that shit that ya'll wanted, this shit sound like God don't it
This that shit that ya'll wanted, this shit sound like God don't it
This that shit that ya'll wanted, this shit sound like God don't it



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GhostlyRipper

9 years later, this is still a banger!

NAVA

Wawwwww 9years 😮

Mr Bigs

😤

Jasaur Franklyn

Ong

Davantey Thomas

Facts

clint tha great

🔥💯🙌🏽

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King Charisma Productions

I love Pusha T's hand motions and his incredible flow for his rapping! THIS BEAT GOES HARD!!!

Eric Thiel

Always gets me hyped..... never fails!!

Fraser McMillan

Loved this era of hip hop. So many bangers and great artists coming into their own.

A EZ

Pusha's faces when he's rapping are priceless

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