Maybach music group goes hard in this brand new track called "Finals" which is basically a track made by Rick Ross with his co-rappers Meek and Gunplay for the 2011 NBA Finals. Who will win? Will it be Miami Heat or Dallas Mavericks?
These Finals Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Finals video recorded by Rick Ross is located above.
[Rick Ross]
We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Selling dope to get a car and don’t know what it's called
Niggas foul, but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals, and my dogs came to take it all
With the heroin, nigga I'm Lebron (HUH)
Quarter millie for my car, and that's on the Quran
You running with me nigga, or you better run
Two-times for you pussies cause you know who number one
These bitches all on my dick, is it all of my cars
They say my Audemar sick, just bought healthy ch…?
This a ten million flip, so nigga fuck what you talk
100 million off the rip, the definition of boss
She can tell how I’m balling, that I’m just getting started
Yeah! I took an advance, put 20 keys in the projects
Had to scoop my lieutenant, had to make my deposits
Niggas DIE every time that choppa comes out the closet
And I pride myself, I’m getting 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 flashing that money, them people flashing your photo
Know I’m f*cking these broads, cause I’m flashy as f*ck
Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f*ck
Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f*ck
Fi-Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as f*ck
Huh
My money on a another level (HUH)
My money on a another level (HUH)
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas
[Meek Mill]
Hating with them bitchs, that's a flagrant foul
I’m posted with that china white, the smokers say its Yao
A nigga play, I want his head, I'm talking 80 thou
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I tell my shooters go get em, they go make a cow
Riding in the wheels of fortune, then I made a vow
I will never let these rapper niggas 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 (BOW)
Blake Griffin on these niggas,
Rookie of the Year, this ordinary shitting on these niggas
And I heard that they be hating, I ain't tripping on these niggas
Make it rain all them hoes, having it dripping on these niggas
Yeah, Lou-Louis Vuitton kicks , they my boss sneaks
30 pair Michael Jordans is what they cost me
Lou-Louis Vuitton kicks they my boss sneaks
30 pair Michael Jordans is what they cost me
[Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
My Money on a another level
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas
[Gunplay]
My track got ups, jumping til it needs a crutch
Got birds flyin around, like Mr. 23 himself
You want to eat, I got the food nigga come and see the chef
We ain't playing by the rules, put the toolie on the refs
Scored a foul line nigga, paying high by the hour now
When I get the Gucci, only 3 numbers to dial now
Skunk screaming loud, drown the speaker whole sound out
My heart so hard, the cookie need a power driver
I’m Triple H, arrogant-ass attitude
Hollerin ‘Down South’, right on the last avenue
This the dead end, gotta kill to fit-in
So Papi, I can move it, if he can bring the shit in
Lebron, 501′s, white tee, hood rich
I got cheerleaders too, and everyone a hood b¡tch
And a whip the color the yayo, and that motherfucker foreign
Whi-whi-whip the color yayo, and that motherfucker foreign
[Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
My money on a another level
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas
My money on a another level
My money on a another level
She fucking ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas
We gon call this the finals,
Cause I can have your ass finalized
HUH
We 25 million up nigga, Double-M G, The Untouchable
Fuck boy!
Fuck boy!
Fuck boy
You still a fuck boy!
We getting money nigga, we getting money nigga
I see you running nigga, I see you running 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 1 hundred nigga, we 1 hundred nigga
100 million
Lyrics corrected by: JK Crash
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Song Information:
Title: Finals
Artist: Rick Ross
Length: 4:52
Type: Full
Album: Self Made
Genre: Rap Hip Hop
Featured Artists: Meek Mill, Gunplay
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