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(Maybach Music)

We niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
dope to get a car and don't know what it's called
Niggas but the referees don't get involved
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, the popcorn
Diamond and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it like a (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to know me
Top down, I got your hair in a ponytail
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double for that encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't test
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my stash
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a bond that we could break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy as cake

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

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

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

I tried to let you niggas eat
My chopper pussy and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a major
You a witness, I heard 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, duck her and to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me humans
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your bricks were 30 and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

Yeah reportin' live from a Wraith
Caught hands the white base
My one shooter got a white face
ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, forest
Chasin' dead faces on the blue
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound heavy metal
My money on level
You ordinary niggas
Wash head 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 level
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas (Maybach Music)
bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

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

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

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I to God I got a cemetery
Ain't but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em like a patty
And my bitches like, they fresh out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the off of your cabbage
I 'em with that package when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it like Bosh,
I got a duffle bag full of them blocks,
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full of thots
full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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