Rick Ross - Finals Feat. Meek Mill & Gunplay

Lyrics to Finals Feat. Meek Mill & Gunplay by Rick Ross

[Rick Ross] We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball Sellin dope, we get a car and don’t know what its called Nniggas foul, but the referees don't get involved Its the finals, and my dogs came to take it all With the her-ion, nigga I'm Lebron (HUH) Quarter millie for my car, and that's on the Quran You running with me nigga, or you better run two Ties for you pussies cause you know who number one These bitches all on my dick, is it all of my cars, They say my Audemar sick, just bought a ? This a ten million flip, so nigga fuck what you talk 100 million off the rip, the definition of boss She can tell how I’m ballin, dat 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 Niggas DIEE everyday the time 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 Kno I’m fuckin these broads, cause I’m flashy as fuck Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck Huh My money on a another level (HUH) My money on a another level (HUH) She fucking ordinary niggas Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas [Meek Mill] Hatin wid dem bitchs, dats a flagrant foul I’m posted with that china white, the smokers say its Yao A nigga play, I want his head I'm talkin 80 thou I tell my shooters go get em, they go make a cow Ridin in a wiz a fortune, then I made a vow I will never let these rapper niggas take a stow My dogs karate chop them bricks, then they take a bow Throw a banana in the air ak then I make a smile Blake Griffin on these niggas, rookie of the year, This ordinary shittin on these niggas And I heard that they be hating, I ain't trippin on these niggas Make it rain all these hoes, havin it drippin on these niggas Ya Lou-Louie Vuitton kicks, they my ball sneaks 30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me Lou-Louie Vuitton kicks, they my boss sneaks 30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me My money on a another level My Money on a another level She fuckin ordinary niggas your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas [Gunplay] My track got umps, jumpin until it needs a crutch Got birds flyin around, like mr 23 himself You want to eat, I got the food Nigga come and see the chef, We ain't playing by the rules, put the toolie on the reps Scored a foul line nigga, payin high by the high now When I get the Gucci, only 3note is the dial now Skunk screamin loud, tryna speak a whole sound now My heart so hard, the cookie need a powerdrive I’m triple a arrogant ass attitude 100 down south, right down the last avenue This the dead end, gotta kill to fit in So pop your act and move it, if he can bring the shit in Lebon 5.0′s white tee, hood rich I got cheerleaders too, and everyone a hood bitch And a whip the color the yayo, n that mutha fucka foreign Whi-whi-whip the color yayo, n that mutha fucka foreign [Rick Ross] My money on a another level My money on a another Level She fucking ordinary niggas Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas My money on a another level My money on a another level She fucking ordinary niggas Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas We gon call this the finals, Cause I can have your ass finalized HUH We 25 million up nigga, Double M G the untouchable Fuck boy, Fuck boy, Fuck boy Still a fuck boy We gettin money nigga we gettin money nigga I see you runnin nigga I see you runnin nigga They don't want it nigga They don't want it nigga They don't want it nigga They don't want it nigga We 1 hundred nigga We 1 hundred nigga 100 million