Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Millz n da Ceilin', artist - Pusha T. Date of issue: 26.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Millz n da Ceilin' |
| 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 |