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lirik lagu finals – rick ross


“finals”
(feat. meek mill & gunplay)

{m-m-m-m-maybach music}

[rick ross]
we them n*gg*z at the park, we just wanna ball
sellin dope to get a car and don’t know what it’s called
n*gg*z foul but the referees don’t get involved
it’s the finals and my dogs came to take it all
with the her-ron, n*gg* i’m lebron
quarter milli for my car and that’s on the koran
you runnin wit’ me n*gg* or you better run
two times for you p*ss*es ’cause you know who number one {m-m-m-m-maybach music}
b*tches all on my d*ck, is it all on my cars?
they say my audemar sick, just bought a healthy chopard
this a ten million flip, so n*gg* f*ck 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
n*gg*z 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 f*ckin these broads, ’cause i’m flashy as f*ck
five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f*ck
f-five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f*ck
f-f-five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f*ck

[chorus]
uh! my money on another level
uh! my money on another level
uh! she f*ckin ordinary n*gg*z {m-m-m-m-maybach music}
whoo! yo’ b*tch be f*ckin ordinary n*gg*z!!

[meek mill]
hatin with dem b*tches, that’s a flagrant foul
i’m posted with that china white, the smokers say it’s yao
a n*gg* 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 n*gg*z 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 n*gg*z
rookie of the year, this ordinary sh*ttin on these n*gg*z
and i heard that they be hatin, i ain’t trippin on these n*gg*z
make it rain on all ’em hoes and have it drippin on these n*gg*z
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!!

[chorus]

[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, n*gg* come and see the chef
we ain’t playin by the rules, put the toolie on the refs
scored a foul line n*gg*, 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-*ss att*tude
(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 sh*t in
lebron’s 501’s white tee, hood rich!
i got cheerleaders too, and er’ryone a hood b*tch
and a whip the color yayo, and that muh’f*cker foreign
whi-whi-whip the color yayo, and that muh’f*cker foreign

[chorus 2x]

[outro: ross]
we gon’ call this “the finals”
’cause i can have yo’ *ss finalized
uh! we 25 million up n*gg*, double m-g untouchable
f*ck boy, f*ck boy
f*ck boy, still a f*ck boy
we gettin money n*gg*, we gettin money n*gg*
i see you runnin n*gg*, i see you runnin n*gg*
they don’t want it n*gg*! they don’t want it n*gg*!
they don’t want it n*gg*! they don’t want it n*gg*!
we 100 n*gg*, we 100 n*gg* {m-m-m-m-maybach music}
100 million… uh!


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