Finals 2 Rick Ross (Ft. Fat Trel, French Montana, Gunplay, Rockie Fresh, Tracy T & Wale)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs came to take it all
2014 and them boys back
I'm on the finals on the floor and that boy strapped
50 stacks for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it like a compilation
All y'all niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for that encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't test drive
And double M, that be the best
I let her count the cake up in my stash spot
Put all her naked photos in my laptop
We got a bond that we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake