[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]
Millions in the ceiling
Choppers in the closet

[Verse 1: Pusha-T]
This that [bad word] that y'all wanted
This [bad word] cook up hard, don't it?
Y'all gotta beg my pardon on it
But this [bad word] sound like God don't it?
Yeah, I'm tired, and y'all gotta pay your tithes
Call my Phantom the holy ghost, church on chrome wheel tires
Pop tags, I'm not paranoid cause the pawn shop was my paradise
I was dead pot when that bounty came for that knot saved in that shoebox
Blue tops, blue tops, bad [bad word] 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' choppers 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 [bad word] on all they [bad word] 
[Hook] x2

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm haunted by horror stories, wanna-be home owners
Horrible [bad word]  a dope boy got 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 [bad word]  Ferrari, south of France early morning
Did [bad word] with Donatella, Versace my a cappella
Never see me in [bad word]  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 [bad word] 
[Hook] x2

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
This that [bad word] y'all ask for
Make a [bad word] 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 in same coupes
How we still [bad word] the same hoes, how we still buy the same clothes
How we both got the same watch, I'm just keepin' y'all on your toes
Dope boys, oh my, that price drop and that coke rise
Then set it over that blue flame then hang it dry like clothes line
I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a killin'
Hidin' choppers 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 [bad word] all your [bad word] 
[Hook] x2

[Outro] x4
This that [bad word] ya'll wanted
This [bad word] sound like God don't itExplain