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Millions Lyrics - Wrath Of Caine - Pusha T

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 

 

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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! 

 

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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 

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