Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Gunplay - Finals lyrics

We them niggas at the park
We just wanna ball selling dope
Then we get a car and
Don't know what it's called niggas foul
But the referees don't get involved
It's the finals
And my dogs came to take it all
With the heron, 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 times 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 healthy Chopard
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 balling
That I'm just getting started
Yeah, I took an advance
Put 20 keys in the projects
Had to scoop my lieutenant
Had to make my deposit's
Niggas die every time that choppa
Come out the closet and I pride myself
I'm getting money in the streets
I ride myself, I'm the one you gotta see
I bring it straight to your
Door, do you like it, manolo?
When you flashing that money
Them people flashing your photo
Know I'm fucking 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-Fi-Five live-in maids
My crib nasty as fuck ugh

My money on a another level (Huh)
My money on a another level (Huh)
She fucking ordinary niggas (Woo)
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

Hating with dem bitchs
That's a flagrant foul
I'm posted with that china white
The smokers say it's Yao
A nigga play, I want his head
I'm talking 80 thou'
I tell my shooters go and get 'em
They go make a cow
Riding in a wheels a fortune
Then I made a vow
I will never let these rapper
Niggas take my style
My dogs karate chop them bricks
Then they take a bow
Throw a banana in the AK and I make a smile
Grrah bah blake Griffin on these niggas
Rookie of the year
This automatic shitting on these niggas
And I heard that they be hating
I ain't tripping on these niggas
Make it rain on all them hoes and
Have it dripping on these niggas
Lou-Louie Vutton kicks, they my ball sneaks
30 pair Michael Jordans what they cost me
Lou-Louie Vutton kicks
The-they my ball sneaks
30-30 pair Michael Jordans what they cost me

My money on a another level (Huh)
My money on a another level (Huh)
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

My track got ups
Jumping until it needs a crutch
Got birds flying around, like Mr 23 himself
You wanna eat, I got the food, nigga
Come and see the chef
We ain't playing by the rules
Put the toolie on the refs
Snort a foul line, nigga
Been high 'bout an hour now
When I get the gooking
Only 3 note is the dial now
Skunk screaming loud
Tryna speak a whole sound now
My hard so hard, the cookie need a pile-drive
I'm triple A arrogant ass attitude
I live down south, right on the last avenue
This the dead end, gotta kill to fit in
Told Papi I can move it
If he can bring the shit in
Lebon 501's, white tee, hood rich
I got cheerleaders too
And everyone a hood bitch
And a whip the color the yayo
And that mothafucka foreign
Whi-whi-whip the color yayo
And that mothafucka foreign

My money on a another level (Huh)
My money on a another level (Huh)
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas
My money on a another level (Huh)
My money on a another level (Huh)
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 MG 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