[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
We them n***as at the park, we just wanna ball
Selling dope, we get a car and don't know what its called
n***as foul, but the referees don't get involved
Its the finals, and my dogs came to take it all
With the her-ion, n***a I'm Lebron (HUH)
Quarter millie for my car, and that's on the Quran
You running with me n***a, or you better run
Two times for you pussies cause you know who number one
These b**hes 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 n***a f** what you talk
100 million off the rip, the definition of boss
She can tell how I'm ballin, that I'm just gettin started
Yea I took an advance, put 20 keys in the projects
Had to scoop my lieutenant, had to make my deposits
n***as die every time that choppa comes out the closet
And I pride myself, I'm gettin money in the street
I ride myself, I'm the one you gotta see
I bring it straight to your door, do you like it Manolo
When you flashin that money, them people flashin your photo
Know I'm f**in these broads, cause I'm flashy as f**
Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f**
Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f**
Fi-Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f**
Ugh
[Hook: Rick Ross]
My money on a another level (HUH)
My money on a another level (HUH)
She f**ing ordinary n***as
Your b**h be f**ing ordinary n***as
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Hatin with dem b**hs, thats a flagrant foul
I'm posted with that china white, the smokers say its Yao
A n***a play, I want his head im talkin 80 thou
I tell my shooters go get em, they go make a cow
Ridin in a wheels a fortune, then I made a vow
I will never let these rapper n***as take my style
My dogs karate chop them bricks, then they take a bow
Throw a banana in the ak then I make a smile
Blake Griffin on these n***as, rookie of the year
This ordinary sh**tin on these n***as
And I heard that they be hating, I ain't trippin on these n***as
Make it rain on all them hoes, havin it drippin on these n***as
Lou-Louie Vutton kicks , they my ball sneaks
30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me
Lou-Louie Vutton kicks, they my ball sneaks
30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: Gunplay]
My track got ups, jumpin until it needs a crutch
Got birds flyin' around, like Mr. 23 himself
You want to eat, I got the food
n***a come and see the chef
We ain't playing by the rules, put the toolie on the refs
Snort a foul line n***a, been high bout an hour now
When I get the gookin', only 3 note is the dial now
Skunk screamin loud, tryna speak a whole sound now
The hard so hard, the cookie need a pile-drive
I'm triple A; arrogant a** attitude
I live down south, right down the last avenue
This the dead end, gotta k** to fit in
Tell Papi I can move it, if he can bring the sh** in
Lebon 501's white tee, hood rich
I got cheerleaders too, and everyone a hood b**h
And a whip the color the yayo, and that mutha f**a foreign
Whi-whi-whip the color yayo, and that mutha f**a foreign
[Hook: 2x]
[Outro: Rick Ross]
We gon call this the finals
Cause I can have your a** finalized (HUH)
We 25 million up n***a, Double MG the untouchable
f** Boi, f** Boi, f** Boi, still a f** Boi
We gettin money n***a (2x)
I see you runnin n***a (2x)
They don't want it n***a (4x)
We 1 hundred n***a (2x)
100 million