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?