Fat Trel - Finals 2 lyrics

[Produced by D. Rich] [Verse 1: Rick Ross] We them n***as at the park, we just wanna ball Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what it's called n***as foul but the referees don't get involved It's the finals and my dogs came to take it all 2014 and them boys back I'm on the finals on the floor and that boy strapped 50 stacks for the seat, bring the popcorn Diamond chains and my million dollar cross on Yeah they tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on I put your b**h on my list, and it's not long Runnin' down on n***as, they retract their statement I keep a bomb, I drop it like a compilation All y'all n***as claim to know me well Top down, I got your b**h's hair in a ponytail She never been to Tom Ford, n***a So I double back for that encore, n***a Yayo comin' out my pores, n***a You should see me and them stars, n***a Rich n***as don't test drive And double M, that be the best I let her count the cake up in my stash spot Put all her naked photos in my laptop We got a bond that we could never break She wash her hair with Belaire, that p**y sweet as cake [Hook: Rick Ross] My money on another level My money on another level She f**in' ordinary n***as Your b**h be f**in' ordinary n***as [Verse 2: Wale] I took a break to let these lames get their thing off Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron I just let her blow, in a moment she gon' be home Isolate the offense, n***a don't you hear me talkin'? And you know I watch more green than like floor season tickets in Boston And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw b**hes get tossed out All I call is bad sh** like I'm bashing Joe Crawford And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans? But we know their set, like a Euro step, them n***as nearly walkin' So turn me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it Thank God for this hip-hop cause on ESPN I bombed it You can see that we keep our promise I could beat up, beat up, no conscience And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin' Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino designer Believe that your female'll follow Better eat up or be up cause we at the Finals Swag champion, believe that, ring at the counter [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 3: Fat Trel] I tried to let you p**y n***as eat My chopper p**y k** and put you pussies in the street Say f** the major cause I wasn't made for industry SB be the realest so picture them n***as k**in' me Let's get it, I got them same dirty n***as with me Silencers give you life but they make a major difference You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets My clip a 50, my money dirty, her p**y sticky You give her hickeys, I f** her, duck her and pa** to Ricky My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish b**h related to Blanco My blanket Morocco, my carpet is Cuban It's never ordinary, don't confuse me with humans 17 fire, what the f** was you doin'? Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 4: Gunplay] Limpin' like a pimp, jumpin' out the gym 6 Ring J's, every play's a win Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle Spazz on a busta, beat your a** like a buzzer Oh lord, here come the ball hogger They call him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan He a livin' legend, keep the engine revin' And the firearm, bring the fire alarm f** Donald Sterling, f** him, f** Donald Sterling f** him, f** Donald Sterling, screamin' f** Donald Sterling Load the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers They bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the zippers Snort a foul line, like it's child time MMG, 305, our time Yayo, I'm like a hundred Hannibal Lectors Reppin' that animal shelter [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 5: French Montana] Reportin' live from a white Wraith Courting hinds with the white base My number one shooter got a white face Talkin' ladders with Atussin, we just fightin cases Montana, but tonight I'm Tony Parker Hop out, hundred chains on Florence Parker Chasin' dead faces on the blue paper Fightin' fed cases, you need law paper My money on another planet Talkin' fishscale, got the whole salmon Hop out, sound like heavy metal My money on another level You f**in' ordinary n***as Wash head like Marbury, n***a [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 6: Rockie Fresh] n***a gettin' bucks off of tellin' my story I come through in the clutch, I'm like Ray Allen at 40 Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I crash I got a bad college b**h who like to f** after cla** She study for finals, I study the game These n***as don't know me but his b**h screamin' my name I be all over the union feelin' just like Dwyane Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain Just know the Bulls been the sh**, wait 'til D Rose back n***as ain't playin', they commentatin' like Shaq Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back And the whole team winnin', b**h look at the stacks Open up, n***a, middle fingers up We don't give a f**, n***a Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, n***a Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at, n***a? I'm gettin' stacks, n***a [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 7: Tracy T] Pop champagne like I won a championship game I keep that powder on me, n***a, like Lebron James These n***as ordinary, Birdman, mercenary Slam dunk a tickin' b**h, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera k**ed him in the paint, I swear to God I got a cemetery Ain't nothin' but bad b**hes to smash on my itinerary 30 shot'll have 'em flippin' like a patty and my b**hes lookin' like They fresh out pageants, Aston Martin, ridin' rapid Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage I a**ist 'em with that package when I pa** it, fosho I post up with it like Bosh, defense I got a duffle bag full of them blocks, offense Like Ray Allen with shots, cheerleaders, b**h Got a tour bus full of thots Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra Yeah b**h, Eric Spoelstra and a n***a post up [Hook: Rick Ross] [Outro: Gunplay] f** Donald Sterling, f** him, f** Donald Sterling, f** him f** Donald Sterling, screamin' f** Donald Sterling Screamin' f** Donald Sterling, f** him, f** Donald Sterling (Haaan) f** Donald Sterling, screamin' f** Donald Sterling Screamin