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(Maybach Music)

We niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the finals and my dogs to take it all
2014 And them back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 Stacks for the seat, bring the
chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for that encore,
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
Rich niggas test drive
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the up in my stash spot
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a bond that we never break
She wash her with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

I took a break to let these lames get thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and
I just let her below, in a she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, don't you hear me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
Than like season tickets in Boston
And we show off Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm Joe Crawford
And these ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we their set, like a Euro step
Them niggas walkin'
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see we keep our promise
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe that your follow
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper kill and put you pussies in the street
Say the major 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
Silencers give you life but they a major difference
You play a witness, I you snitchin', you paid the hitter
purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My a 50, my money dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me humans
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Limpin' like a pimp, out the gym
6 J's, every play's a win
Countin' in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass like a
Oh Lord, here come the ball
They call him Gunplay, they him Don Logan
He a legend, keep the engine revin'
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald
Load the clips my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a line, like it's child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm a hundred Hannibal Lectors
Reppin' animal shelter

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

reportin' live from a white Wraith
Caught hands with the white
My number one shooter got a face
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we just cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
Chasin' faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My on another planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the salmon
Hop out, sound heavy metal
My money on level
You ordinary niggas
Wash like Marbury, nigga

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She ordinary niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

gettin' bucks off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad college bitch who like to after class
She study for finals, I the game
These don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' just like
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose
Niggas playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We don't give a fuck,
Stuntin' hard, I'm tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm gettin' stacks,

Huh! My money on level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
Your bitch be ordinary niggas

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that on me, nigga, like Lebron James
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
Slam dunk a bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I to God I got a cemetery
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to smash on my
30 Shot'll have 'em flippin' a patty
And my bitches like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that when I pass it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
I'm like Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team full of heat, I'm Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She fuckin' niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' Donald Sterling
Screamin' fuck Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
(Han) fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' Donald Sterling