Rick Ross
Текст песни Millions (feat. Birdman, Young Jeezy, Lil Wayne)

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

[Hook: Pusha-T]
Millions in the ceiling
Choppas in the closet

[Verse 1: Pusha-T]
This that sh*t that y'all wanted
This sh*t cook up hard, don't it?
Y'all gotta beg my pardon on it
But this sh*t sound like God don't it?

Yeah, I'm tired, ni*ga, and y'all gotta pay your tithes, ni*ga
Call my Phantom the holy ghost, church on chrome wheel tires, ni*ga
Pop tags, I'm not paranoid cause the pawn shop was my paradise
I was dead pot when that bounty came for that knot saved in that shoebox

Blue tops, blue tops, bad b*tch 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' choppers 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 shit on all they b*tches, ah!

[Hook]
Millions in the ceiling
Choppas in the closet

Millions in the ceiling
Choppas in the closet

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm haunted by horror stories, wanna-be home owners
Horrible outcomes, a dope boy got one motive
Cries when he convicted, cried on every visit
I'm cryin' sayin' his name, ride for all my ni*gas

Used to fiddle my finger 'til I found me a fortune
Finger f*ckin' Ferrari, south of France early morning
Did drugs with Donatella, Versace my a cappella
Never see me in Neiman's, ni*gas 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 sh*t

[Hook]
Millions in the ceiling
Choppas in the closet

Millions in the ceiling
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 in same coupes
How we still f*ck the same hoes, how we still buy the same clothes
How we both got the same watch, I'm just keepin' y'all on your toes
Dope boys, gold mine, that price drop and that coke rise

Then set it over that blue flame then hang it dry like clothes line
I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a killin'
Hidin' choppers 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 f*cking all y'all b*tches

[Hook]
Millions in the ceiling
Choppas in the closet

Millions in the ceiling
Choppas in the closet

[Outro]
This that sh*t ya'll wanted
This sh*t sound like God don't it