Rick Ross feat. Meek Mill & Gunplay - Finals [Prod. by D. Rich] | Текст песни

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• Rick Ross feat. Meek Mill & Gunplay
• Finals [Prod. by D. Rich]

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Selling dope, we get a car and don't know what its called
Niggas 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 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 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
Niggas 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 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-Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
Ugh

[Hook: Rick Ross]
My money on a another level (HUH)
My money on a another level (HUH)
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Hatin with dem bitchs, thats a flagrant foul
I'm posted with that china white, the smokers say its Yao
A nigga 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 niggas 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 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 on all them hoes, havin it drippin on these niggas
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
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 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 ass attitude
I live down south, right down the last avenue
This the dead end, gotta kill to fit in
Tell 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 mutha fucka foreign
Whi-whi-whip the color yayo, and that mutha fucka foreign

[Hook: 2x]

[Outro: Rick Ross]
We gon call this the finals
Cause I can have your ass finalized (HUH)
We 25 million up nigga, Double MG the untouchable
Fuck Boi, Fuck Boi, Fuck Boi, still a Fuck Boi
We gettin money nigga (2x)
I see you runnin nigga (2x)
They don't want it nigga (4x)
We 1 hundred nigga (2x)
100 million