[Rick Ross] We them niggaz at the park, we just wanna ball Sellin dope to get a car and don´t know what it´s called
Niggaz foul but the referees don´t get involved It´s the finals and my dogs came to take it all With the her-ron, nigga I´m LeBron Quarter milli for my car and that´s on the Koran You runnin wit´ me nigga or you better run Two times for you pussies ´cause you KNOW who number one {M-M-M-M-Maybach Music} Bitches all on my dick, is it all on my cars? They say my Audemar sick, just bought a healthy Chopard This a ten million flip, so nigga fuck what´chu talk Hundred million off the rip, the definition of boss She can tell how I´m ballin, that I´m just gettin started (Uh!) Yeah, I took an advance, put twenty keys in the projects (Uh!)
Had to school my lieutenant, how to make my deposit Niggaz DIE everytime the chopper come out the closet And I pride myself, I´m gettin money in the streets (Whoo!) I ride myself, I´m the one you gotta see I bring it straight to your do´, do you like it Manolo? When you flashin that money, them people flashin ya photo Know I´m FUCKIN these broads, ´cause I´m flashy as FUCK Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as FUCK F-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as FUCK F-F-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as FUCK
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Uh! My money on another level Uh! My money on another level Uh! She fuckin ordinary niggaz {M-M-M-M-Maybach Music} WHOO! Yo´ bitch be fuckin ordinary niggaz!!
[Meek Mill] Hatin with dem bitches, 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 talkin eighty thou´ I tell my shooters go get ´em, they gon´ make a cow Ridin in the Wheels of Fortune, then I made a vow/vowel I will never let these rapper niggaz take my style
My dogs karate chop them bricks, and then they take a bow Throw a banana in the AK and I make it smile R-R-Rah! BLAOW! Blake Griffin on these niggaz Rookie of the year, this ordinary shittin on these niggaz And I heard that they be hatin, I ain´t trippin on these niggaz Make it rain on all ´em hoes and have it drippin on these niggaz Yeah, L-Lou´ Vuitton kicks, they my ball sneaks (WHOO!) Thirty pair of Michael Jordans´ what they cost me (WHOO!) L-Lou´ Vuitton kicks, t-they my ball sneaks! (WHOO!) T-Thirty pair of Michael Jordans´ what they cost me!!
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[Gunplay] My track got umps, jumpin ´til it need a crutch Got birds flyin ´round like Mr. 23 himself You wanna eat, I got the food, nigga come and see the chef We ain´t playin by the rules, put the toolie on the refs Scored a foul line nigga, payin high by the high now When I get the [?], only three numbers to dial now Skunk screamin loud, tryna speak a whole sound now (Uh!) My heart so hard, the cookie need a powerdrive (WHOO!) I´m triple A: arrogant-ass attitude (Uh!) I live down south, right down the last avenue
(WHOO!) This the dead end, gotta kill to fit in (BOOM!) So papi I can move it, if he can bring the shit in LeBron´s 501´s white tee, hood rich! I got cheerleaders too, and er´ryone a hood bitch And a whip the color YAYO, AND that muh´fucker foreign Whi-whi-whip the color YAYO, AND that muh´fucker foreign
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[Outro: Ross] We gon´ call this "The Finals" ´cause I can have yo´ ass finalized UH! We 25 million up nigga, Double M-G 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 100 nigga, we 100 nigga {M-M-M-M-Maybach Music} 100 million... Uh!