[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' 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
2014 and them boys back
I'm on the finals on the floor and that boy strapped
50 stacks for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your [bad word] on my list, and it's not long [bad word] #39; down on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it like [bad word] 
All y'all niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your [bad word] #39;s hair in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford, [bad word] 
So I double back for that encore, [bad word]  [bad word] #39; out my pores, [bad word] 
You should see me and them stars, [bad word] 
Rich niggas don't test drive
And double M, that be the best
I let her count the cake up in my stash spot
Put all her naked photos in my laptop
We got a bond that we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that [bad word] sweet as cake

[Hook: Rick Ross]
My money on another level
My money on another level
She [bad word] #39; ordinary niggas
Your [bad word] be [bad word] #39; ordinary niggas

[Verse 2: Wale]
I took a break to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her blow, in a moment she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, [bad word] don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch more green than like floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw [bad word] get tossed out
All I call is bad [bad word] like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro step, them niggas nearly walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we keep our promise
I could beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your female'll follow
[?] cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the counter

[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
I tried to let you [bad word] niggas eat
My chopper [bad word] kill and put you pussies in the street
Say [bad word] the major cause I wasn't made for industry
SB be the realest so picture them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her [bad word] sticky
You give her hickeys, I [bad word] her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish [bad word] related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 fire, what the [bad word] was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Verse 4: Gunplay]
Limpin' like a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, every play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your [bad word] like a buzzer
Oh lord, [bad word] the ball hogger
They call him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the fire alarm
 [bad word] Donald Sterling, [bad word] him, [bad word] Donald Sterling
 [bad word] him, [bad word] Donald Sterling, screamin' [bad word] Donald Sterling
Load the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the zippers
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