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(Maybach Music)

We them at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what called
Niggas but the referees don't get involved
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And them boys
I'm at the finals on the floor and boy strapped
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
Yeah tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put bitch on my list, and it's 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 in a ponytail
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
niggas don't test drive
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a bond that we never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as

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

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

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

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

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

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, every 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 hogger
They call him Gunplay, call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, Donald Sterling
Fuck him, Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Load the clips my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a foul line, it's child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm a hundred Hannibal Lectors
that animal shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live from a white
hands with the white base
My number one shooter got a face
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
Chasin' dead faces on the blue
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My on another planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like metal
My on another level
You fuckin' niggas
head like Marbury, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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