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(Maybach Music)

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

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

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
hoes a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, don't you hear me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
like floor 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 bashing Joe
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that Buyin' Jordans?
But we know set, like a Euro step
Them nearly walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for this 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we keep our
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe that your female'll
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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