French Montana - The finals lyrics

"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