Millions (Remix) Trae tha Truth

[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] x2
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: Trae Tha Truth]
King of the streets, I’m killin on it
Brand new coupe, no ceiling on it
Wrist way cold, no feeling on it
So much ice I’m chilling on it
New crib, new yacht, put a million on it
Money stacked up, looking like a building, don’t it?
32 4 brick, no dealing on it
Land of the odd, no drilling on it
Got a Cuban bitch stud like a playboy wife
The same time with dick, I might play the night
She like to blow, under the play the mics
She know the game is over, she don’t play it right
Never seen the sun but some say I shine
These jackers talkin, I don’t it mind
New P90 stay fully loaded
Come fuck with me and I’mma vervine
Nigga I’m too real for these hoes
White alligator – these doors
Trunk go up, it don’t close
Woman on my grip with these foes
Got morbid flows for my toes
Had to be the reason why I end up toast
Probly no shit, don’t list a real
I’m certified hip, can’t fuck with those