World's Finest Lyrics - Rick Ross

Tonight the night, one night only 

Already sold out 

This what you've been askin' for 

Double M, Meek Milly, ROZAY! 

All the whips got rims on 'em 

My bitch posts pics, no filters 

Rich car with the parking sticker, six figures 

I pray for them bitches 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 cocaina on speedboats 

Fuck 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 

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Put a bullet in a bully, nigga, good night 

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 

Photos 

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 

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 

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 mill in the crib like a mall, homie 

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