"Finals"
(feat. Meek Mill & Gunplay)
{M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}
We them n***as at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin dope to get a car and don't know what it's called
n***as 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***a I'm LeBron
Quarter milli for my car and that's on the Koran
You runnin wit' me n***a or you better run
Two times for you pussies 'cause you KNOW who number one {M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}
b**hes 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 n***a f** 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***as 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 fu*kIN these broads, 'cause I'm flashy as fu*k
Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fu*k
F-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fu*k
F-F-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fu*k
Uh! My money on another level
Uh! My money on another level
Uh! She f**in ordinary n***as {M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}
WHOO! Yo' b**h be f**in ordinary n***as!!
Hatin with dem b**hes, that's a flagrant foul
I'm posted with that China white, the smokers say it's Yao
A n***a 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***as 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***as
Rookie of the year, this ordinary sh**tin on these n***as
And I heard that they be hatin, I ain't trippin on these n***as
Make it rain on all 'em hoes and have it drippin on these n***as
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!!
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***a come and see the chef
We ain't playin by the rules, put the toolie on the refs
Scored a foul line n***a, 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-a** attitude
(Uh!) I live down south, right down the last avenue
(WHOO!) This the dead end, gotta k** to fit in (BOOM!)
So papi I can move it, if he can bring the sh** in
LeBron's 501's white tee, hood rich!
I got cheerleaders too, and er'ryone a hood b**h
And a whip the color YAYO, AND that muh'f**er foreign
Whi-whi-whip the color YAYO, AND that muh'f**er foreign
We gon' call this "The Finals"
'cause I can have yo' a** finalized
UH! We 25 million up n***a, Double M-G untouchable
f** boy, f** boy
f** boy, still a f** boy
We gettin money n***a, we gettin money n***a
I see you runnin n***a, I see you runnin n***a
They don't want it n***a! They don't want it n***a!
They don't want it n***a! They don't want it n***a!
We 100 n***a, we 100 n***a {M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}
100 million... Uh