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


(Hook x2: 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

(Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth)

King of the streets, I'm killin on it
Brand new coupe, no ceiling on it
Wrist way cold, no feeling on it

So much ice I'm chilling on it
New crib, new yacht, put a million on it
Money stacked up, looking like a building, don't it?

32 4 brick, no dealing on it
Land of the odd, no drilling on it
Got a Cuban (*##$ stud like a playboy wife

The same time with dick, I might play the night
She like to blow, under the play the mics
She know the game is over, she don't play it right

Never seen the sun but some say I shine
These jackers talkin, I don't it mind
New P90 stay fully loaded

Come $#&@ with me and I'mma vervine
^!$$% I'm too real for these hoes
White alligator ? these doors

Trunk go up, it don't close
Woman on my grip with these foes
Got morbid flows for my toes

Had to be the reason why I end up toast
Probly no %#@!, don't list a real
I'm certified hip, can't $#&@ with those


(Verse 2: Pusha-T)
This that %#@! that y'all wanted

This %#@! cook up hard, don't it?
Y'all gotta beg my pardon on it
But this %#@! sound like God don't it?

Yuugh, I'm tired, ^!$$% and y'all gotta pay your tithes, ^!$$%
Call my Phantom the holy ghost, church on chrome wheel tires, ^!$$%
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 (*##$ in that blue fox
This big face is in blu-ray and these black diamonds like boondocks

I restore the feelin' of when ^!$$%s 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 %#@!tin' on all they (*##$es, ah!

(Hook x2: 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


(Verse 3: 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 ^!$$%s
Used to fiddle my finger 'til I found me a fortune

Finger $#&@ a Ferrari, south of France early morning
Did drugs with Donatella, Versace my a cappella
Never see me in Neiman's, ^!$$%s 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 %#@!


(Hook x2: 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


(Verse 4: Pusha T)
This that %#@! y'all ask for
Make a ^!$$% 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 $#&@ 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 !@%!e rise
Then set it over that blue flame then hang it dry like clothesline
I restore the feelin' of when ^!$$%s 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 $#&@in' all y'all (*##$es

(Hook x2: 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


(Outro x4)
This that %#@! that ya'll wanted
This %#@! sound like God don't it?