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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
foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond chains and my dollar cross on
they tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
Runnin' down on niggas, retract their statement
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to know me
Top down, I got bitch's hair in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I back for that encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
Rich niggas don't 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 on another level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

I a break to let these 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 she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch green
like floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm Joe Crawford
And these dudes slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
Them niggas walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, 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 ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your female'll
eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My pussy kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the '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 with me
Silencers give you life but make a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the
Chanel and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda I just hit the lotto
Safe in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' like a pimp, out the gym
6 J's, every play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, flash from the
Spazz on a busta, beat ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the hogger
They call him Gunplay, they him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine
And the firearm, bring the fire
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like it's child
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 fuckin' niggas
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Yeah reportin' from a white Wraith
Caught hands the white base
My number one shooter got a white
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
Chasin' dead faces on the blue
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My on another planet
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound like heavy
My money on another
You ordinary niggas
head like Marbury, nigga

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

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

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

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

Pop champagne like I won a 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 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, the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus of thots
full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga up

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

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