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conversations.value: Write me a song called Finals 2 with the following description: Rozay and his MMG squad release a sequel to Finals, an anthem for the Miami Heat who are playing in their fourth consecutive NBA Finals series.
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conversations.value: [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 bitch on my list, and it's not long
  Runnin' down on niggas, they retract their statement
  I keep a bomb, I drop it like a compilation
  All y'all niggas claim to know me well
  Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a ponytail
  She never been to Tom Ford, nigga
  So I double back for that encore
  , nigga
  Yayo comin' out my pores, nigga
  You should see me and them stars, nigga
  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 pussy sweet as cake [Chorus: Rick Ross]
  My money on another level
  My money on another level
  She fuckin' ordinary niggas
  Your bitch be fuckin' 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, Stephenson and LeBron
  I just let her blow, in a moment she gon' be home
  Isolate the offense, nigga 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 bitches get tossed out
  All I call is bad shit 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
  Better eat up or be up cause we at the Finals
  Swag champion, believe that, ring at the counter [Chorus: Rick Ross]
  My money on another level
  My money on another level
  She fuckin' ordinary niggas
  Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas
  [Verse 3: Fat Trel]
  I tried to let you pussy niggas eat
  My chopper pussy kill and put you pussies in the street
  Say fuck 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 pussy sticky
  You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to Ricky
  My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
  Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
  My blanket Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
  It's never ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
  17 fire, what the fuck was you doin'?
  Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him
  [Chorus: Rick Ross]
  My money on another level
  My money on another level
  She fuckin' ordinary niggas
  Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas [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 ass like a buzzer
  Oh lord, here come 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
  Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
  Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
  Load the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
  They bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the zippers
  Snort a foul line, like it's child time
  MMG, 305, our time
  Yayo, 
  I'm like a hundred Hannibal Lectors
  Reppin' that animal shelter
  [Chorus: Rick Ross]
  My money on another level
  My money on another level
  She fuckin' ordinary niggas
  Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas
  [Verse 5: French Montana]
  Reportin' live from a white Wraith
  Courting hinds with the white base
  My number one shooter got a white face
  Talkin' ladders with Atussin, we just fightin cases
  Montana, but tonight I'm Tony Parker
  Hop out, hundred chains on Florence Parker
  Chasin' dead faces on the blue paper
  Fightin' fed cases, you need law paper
  My money on another planet
  Talkin' fishscale, got the whole salmon
  Hop out, sound like heavy metal
  My money on another level
  You fuckin' ordinary niggas
  Wash head like Marbury, nigga
  [Chorus: Rick Ross]
  My money on another level
  My money on another level
  She fuckin' ordinary niggas
  Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas
  [Verse 6: Rockie Fresh]
  Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my story
  I come through in the clutch, I'm like Ray Allen at 40
  Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I crash
  I got a bad college bitch who like to fuck after class
  She study for finals, I study the game
  These niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
  I be all over the union feelin' just like Dwyane
  Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
  Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
  Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
  Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back
  And the whole team winnin', bitch look at the stacks
  Open up, nigga, middle fingers up
  We don't give a fuck, nigga
  Stuntin' hard, 
  I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
  Like Milwaukee,
   walkie talkie, where you at, nigga?
  I'm gettin' stacks, nigga
  [Chorus: Rick Ross]
  My money on another level
  My money on another level
  She fuckin' ordinary niggas
  Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas
  [Verse 7: Tracy T]
  Pop champagne like I won a championship game
  I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron James
  These niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
  Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
  Killed him in the paint, I swear to God I got a cemetery
  Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
  30 shot'll have 'em flippin' like a patty and my bitches lookin' like
  They fresh out pageants, Aston Martin, ridin' rapid
  Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
  I assist 'em with that package when I pass it, fosho
  I post up with it like Bosh, defense
  I got a duffle bag full of them blocks, offense
  Like Ray Allen with shots, cheerleaders, bitch
  Got a tour bus full of thots
  Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Erik Spoelstra
  Yeah bitch, Erik Spoelstra and a nigga post up
  [Chorus: Rick Ross]
  My money on another level
  My money on another level
  She fuckin' ordinary niggas
  Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas
  [Outro: Gunplay]
  Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him
  Fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
  Screamin' fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
  (Haaan) Fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
  Screamin