Pusha T — Millions Live from Spotify SXSW 2014

[Intro] Yeah, yeah You know what happen when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together, right? (Uh, uh) We get that money [Chorus] 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] This that shit that y'all wantеd 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? Eughck, I'm tired, nigga And y'all gotta pay your tithеs, nigga Call my Phantom the holy ghost Church on chrome wheel tires, nigga Pop tags when I'm paranoid 'Cause the pawnshop 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] 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] 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] 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] 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] 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] 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?