Millz n da Ceilin' - Pusha T, Rick Ross

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 shoebox

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 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

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