Rick Ross - Finals lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] We them n***as at the park, we just wanna ball Selling dope, we get a car and don't know what its called n***as foul, but the referees don't get involved Its the finals, and my dogs came to take it all With the her-ion, n***a I'm Lebron (HUH) Quarter millie for my car, and that's on the Quran You running with me n***a, or you better run Two times for you pussies cause you know who number one These b**hes all on my dick, is it all of my cars They say my Audemar sick, just bought a healthy Chopard This a ten million flip, so n***a f** what you talk 100 million off the rip, the definition of boss She can tell how I'm ballin, that I'm just gettin started Yea I took an advance, put 20 keys in the projects Had to scoop my lieutenant, had to make my deposits n***as die every time that choppa comes out the closet And I pride myself, I'm gettin money in the street I ride myself, I'm the one you gotta see I bring it straight to your door, do you like it Manolo When you flashin that money, them people flashin your photo Know I'm f**in these broads, cause I'm flashy as f** Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f** Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f** Fi-Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f** Ugh [Hook: Rick Ross] My money on a another level (HUH) My money on a another level (HUH) She f**ing ordinary n***as Your b**h be f**ing ordinary n***as [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Hatin with dem b**hs, thats a flagrant foul I'm posted with that china white, the smokers say its Yao A n***a play, I want his head im talkin 80 thou I tell my shooters go get em, they go make a cow Ridin in a wheels a fortune, then I made a vow I will never let these rapper n***as take my style My dogs karate chop them bricks, then they take a bow Throw a banana in the ak then I make a smile Blake Griffin on these n***as, rookie of the year This ordinary sh**tin on these n***as And I heard that they be hating, I ain't trippin on these n***as Make it rain on all them hoes, havin it drippin on these n***as Lou-Louie Vutton kicks , they my ball sneaks 30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me Lou-Louie Vutton kicks, they my ball sneaks 30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me [Hook:] [Verse 3: Gunplay] My track got ups, jumpin until it needs a crutch Got birds flyin' around, like Mr. 23 himself You want to eat, I got the food n***a come and see the chef We ain't playing by the rules, put the toolie on the refs Snort a foul line n***a, been high bout an hour now When I get the gookin', only 3 note is the dial now Skunk screamin loud, tryna speak a whole sound now The hard so hard, the cookie need a pile-drive I'm triple A; arrogant a** attitude I live down south, right down the last avenue This the dead end, gotta k** to fit in Tell Papi I can move it, if he can bring the sh** in Lebon 501's white tee, hood rich I got cheerleaders too, and everyone a hood b**h And a whip the color the yayo, and that mutha f**a foreign Whi-whi-whip the color yayo, and that mutha f**a foreign [Hook: 2x] [Outro: Rick Ross] We gon call this the finals Cause I can have your a** finalized (HUH) We 25 million up n***a, Double MG the untouchable f** Boi, f** Boi, f** Boi, still a f** Boi We gettin money n***a (2x) I see you runnin n***a (2x) They don't want it n***a (4x) We 1 hundred n***a (2x) 100 million