Finals Rick Ross (Ft. Gunplay & Meek Mill)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Selling dope, then we get a car and don't know what its 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 deposits
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