Finals lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
We them n*ggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Selling dope, then we get a car and don't know what its called
n*ggas foul, but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals, and my dogs came to take it all
With the heron, n*gga I'm Lebron (Huh)
Quarter millie for my car, and that's on the Quran
You running with me, n*gga, or you better run
Two times for you pussies 'cause you know who number one
These b*tches all on my di*k, is it all of my cars?
They say my Audemar sick, just bought a healthy Chopard
This a ten million flip, so n*gga, f*ck 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 deposits
n*ggas 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 f*cking these broads, 'cause I'm flashy as f*ck
Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f*ck
Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f*ck
Fi-Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f*ck
Ugh
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
My money on a another level (Huh)
My money on a another level (Huh)
She f*cking ordinary n*ggas (Woo)
Your b*tch be f*cking ordinary n*ggas

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Hating with dem b*tchs, that's a flagrant foul
I'm posted with that china white, the smokers say it's Yao
A n*gga 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas
Rookie of the year, this automatic sh*tting on these n*ggas
And I heard that they be hating, I ain't tripping on these n*ggas
Make it rain on all them hoes and have it dripping on these n*ggas
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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
My money on a another level (Huh)
My money on a another level (Huh)
She f*cking ordinary n*ggas
Your b*tch be f*cking ordinary n*ggas
[Verse 3: Gunplay]
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, n*gga, come and see the chef
We ain't playing by the rules, put the toolie on the refs
Snort a foul line, n*gga, 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 sh*t in
Lebon 501's, white tee, hood rich
I got cheerleaders too, and everyone a hood b*tch
And a whip the color the yayo, and that mothaf*cka foreign
Whi-whi-whip the color yayo, and that mothaf*cka foreign

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
My money on a another level (Huh)
My money on a another level (Huh)
She f*cking ordinary n*ggas
Your b*tch be f*cking ordinary n*ggas
My money on a another level (Huh)
My money on a another level (Huh)
She f*cking ordinary n*ggas
Your b*tch be f*cking ordinary n*ggas
[Outro: Rick Ross]
We gon call this the finals
Cause I can have your ass finalized (HUH)
We 25 million up n*gga, Double MG the untouchable
f*ck boy, f*ck boy, f*ck boy, still a f*ck boy
We gettin' money n*gga
We gettin' money n*gga
I see you runnin' n*gga
I see you runnin' n*gga
They don't want it n*gga
They don't want it n*gga
They don't want it n*gga
They don't want it n*gga
We 1 hundred n*gga
We 1 hundred n*gga
100 million