World's Finest

[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 bitch posts pics, no filters

Ritz Carlton parking sticker, six figures

I pray for them bitches who don't feel us, HUH? HUH?

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 cocaina on speedboats

Fuck Obamacare, I want a kilo, HUH? HUH?

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, nigga, good night

[Chorus: 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 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 bitches wanna fuck these 40 Gs

Nigga bottle tab 40 Gs

We gettin' money with Detroit players

My west coast homies touchin' much paper

East coast niggas got the city hot

Count a half a milli, do the Diddy bop

I keep my city posted to the top

Dirty south niggas frontin' 50 blocks

Niggas killin' bitches over ass shots

DC niggas even killin' cops

All my real niggas just seein' guap

[Chorus: 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 Audemars

Everything's expensive, nothing's too good

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

This should be the Real Nigga Grammys, where we buy Rollies

And treat 'em like trophies, you'll never understand me

You ain't come where I come from, niggas 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

Niggas 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

Niggas drivin' me crazy, they do it all for this fame

Fuck niggas, fuck bitches, 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 mil' in the crib like a mall, homie, what's up?

[Chorus: 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 Audemars

Everything's expensive, nothing's too good