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conversations.value: Write me a song called Millions with the following description: “Millions” is the second single off of Pusha T’s long-awaited mixtape Wrath of Caine. Pusha recruits Rick Ross for the hard track about making millions, how they came up, and how their hoods are still apart of them. The track is aided by production from Pusha’s label exec, Kanye West and 808 Mafia’s Southside. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Pusha-T]
  You know what happen when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together, right?
  We get that money
  [Chorus: Pusha-T]
  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: Pusha-T]
  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 [Bridge: Pusha-T]
  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: Pusha-T]
  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: 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 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 [Chorus: Pusha-T]
  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 3: Pusha T]
  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: Pusha-T]
  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: Pusha-T]
  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: Pusha-T]
  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