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letra de milions (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 k!llin 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 b-tch stud like a playboy wife
the same time with d-ck, 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 f-ck with me and i’mma vervine
n-gg- 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 sh-t, don’t list a real
i’m certified hip, can’t f-ck with those

[verse 2: 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?
yuugh, i’m tired, n-gg- and y’all gotta pay your t-thes, n-gg-
call my phantom the holy ghost, church on chrome wheel tires, n-gg-
pop tags when i’m paranoid, cause the p-wn shop was my paradise
i was dead pop when that powder 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 n-gg-s made a k!llin’
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 sh-ttin’ on all they b-tches, ah!

[verse 3: rick ross]
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 n-gg-s
used to fiddle my finger ’til i found me a fortune
finger f-ck a ferrari, south of france early morning
did drugs with donatella, versace my a cappella
never see me in neiman’s, n-gg-s 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

[verse 4: pusha t]
this that sh-t y’all ask for
make a n-gg- 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 f-ck 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 c-ke rise
then set it over that blue flame then hang it dry like clothesline
i restore the feelin’ of when n-gg-s made a k!llin’
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 f-ckin’ all y’all b-tches

[outro] x4
this that sh-t that ya’ll wanted
this sh-t sound like god don’t it?

- trae tha truth

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