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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we wanna ball
Sellin' to get a car and don't know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the finals and my dogs came to it all
2014 And them boys
I'm at the finals on the and that boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
they tell 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 retract their
I keep a bomb, I it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double for that encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich niggas test drive
And M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my stash
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a bond that we never break
She her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you know I more green
Than floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a step
Them niggas walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I 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 follow
eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga bucks off of tellin' my story
I come in the clutch
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad bitch 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 feelin' just Dwyane
Smokin' three of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the Bulls the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', look at the stacks
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 gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne like I won a game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like James
These 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 nothin' but bad to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em flippin' like a
And my bitches lookin' like, they fresh out
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I it, fosho
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of blocks, offense
I'm like Ray Allen 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 level
Huh! She ordinary niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

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