Finals (feat. Meek Mill & Gunplay)

We them niggaz at the park, we just wanna ball

Sellin dope to get a car and don't know what it's called

Niggaz foul but the referees don't get involved

It's the finals and my dogs came to take it all

With the her-ron, nigga I'm LeBron

Quarter milli for my car and that's on the Koran

You runnin wit' me nigga or you better run

Two times for you pussies 'cause you KNOW who number one

Bitches 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 nigga fuck 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

Niggaz 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 FUCKIN these broads, 'cause I'm flashy as FUCK

Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as FUCK

F-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as FUCK

F-F-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as FUCK

Uh! My money on another level

Uh! My money on another level

Uh! She fuckin ordinary niggaz

WHOO! Yo' bitch be fuckin ordinary niggaz!!

Hatin with dem bitches, that's a flagrant foul

I'm posted with that China white, the smokers say it's Yao

A nigga 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 niggaz 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 niggaz

Rookie of the year, this ordinary shittin on these niggaz

And I heard that they be hatin, I ain't trippin on these niggaz

Make it rain on all 'em hoes and have it drippin on these niggaz

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, nigga come and see the chef

We ain't playin by the rules, put the toolie on the refs

Scored a foul line nigga, 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-ass attitude

(Uh!) I live down south, right down the last avenue

(WHOO!) This the dead end, gotta kill to fit in (BOOM!)

So papi I can move it, if he can bring the shit in

LeBron's 501's white tee, hood rich!

I got cheerleaders too, and er'ryone a hood bitch

And a whip the color YAYO, AND that muh'fucker foreign

Whi-whi-whip the color YAYO, AND that muh'fucker foreign

We gon' call this "The Finals"

'Cause I can have yo' ass finalized

UH! We 25 million up nigga, Double M-G untouchable

Fuck boy, fuck boy

Fuck boy, still a fuck boy

We gettin money nigga, we gettin money nigga

I see you runnin nigga, I see you runnin nigga

They don't want it nigga! They don't want it nigga!

They don't want it nigga! They don't want it nigga!

We 100 nigga, we 100 nigga

100 Million... Uh!