Scott Storch - World's Finest lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Tonight the night, one night only Already sold out This what you've been askin' for Double M, Meek Milly, ROZAY! [Verse 1: Rick Ross] All the whips got rims on 'em My b**h posts pics, no filters Ritz Carlton parking sticker, six figures I pray for them b**hes who don't feel us Rooftop hellipad, I can sit it down Gold diggers in Dubai, I get around D-boys in Opa-locka still get it down Black curvy dress, I let her zip it down Spin around, lick around, hit it Black wolves in sheep clothes and mink coats Petite broads, unique broads with deep throats Puerto Ricans with c**aina on speedboats f** Obamacare, I want a kilo I keep a stick in the Rolls Royce You never know, ridin' with your old boy My cigar lit up like I'm Suge Knight Put a bullet in a bully, n***a, good night [Hook: Kevin Cossom] Yeah baby, show you all the finer things Cuban links and diamond rings You know you've got designer dreams (Get it, get money) Everything's expensive, nothing's too good Champagne with the movie stars Black Maybach in my garage Rolexes and all the Audemars Everything's expensive, nothing's too good [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm talkin' slick with a big dick Food stamp recipient in a big Benz We in the party and we 40 deep 80 b**hes wanna f** these 40 Gs n***a bottle tab 40 Gs We gettin' money with Detroit players My west coast homies touchin' much paper East coast n***as got the city hot Count a half a milli, do the Diddy bop I keep my city posted to the top Dirty south n***as frontin' 50 blocks n***as k**in' b**hes over a** shots DC n***as even k**in' cops All my real n***as just seein' guap [Hook: Kevin Cossom] Yeah baby, show you all the finer things Cuban links and diamond rings You know you've got designer dreams (Get it, get money) Everything's expensive, nothing's too good Champagne with the movie stars Black Maybach in my garage Rolexes and all the Audemars Everything's expensive, nothing's too good [Verse 3: Meek Mill] This should be the Real n***a Grammys, where we buy Rollies And treat 'em like trophies, you'll never understand me You ain't come where I come from, n***as on xannys Mommy on crack, how we gon' feed the family? Might as well start sellin' it, everybody inhalin' it Young, black and intelligent, what they should've been tellin' us But they was jailin' us, lockin' us in a cell with a stranger So they could raise us and wonder why we rebellious, up n***as goin' through pain I ain't show up to school cause I was goin' through things Now I'm gettin' this money, feel like I'm goin' through change n***as drivin' me crazy, they do it all for this fame f** n***as, f** b**hes, they all phony When I was broke, they wasn't 'round and they all on me Two Maybachs in that billion yard, homie Dropped a couple mill in the crib like a mall, homie [Hook: Kevin Cossom] Yeah baby, show you all the finer things Cuban links and diamond rings You know you've got designer dreams (Get it, get money) Everything's expensive, nothing's too good Champagne with the movie stars Black Maybach in my garage Rolexes and all the Audemars Everything's expensive, nothing's too good