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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just wanna
dope to get a car and don't know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the finals on the and that boy strapped
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million cross on
Yeah they tell me that these 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 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 been to Tom Ford,
So I double for that encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't drive
And M, that 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 never
She her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get their off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and
I just let her below, in a she gon' be home
the offense, nigga don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch green
Than like floor season tickets in
And we show off like 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 their set, a Euro step
Them niggas nearly
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see we keep our promise
I could beat up, beat up, no
And ridin' my feet 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
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My pussy kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't made for
Sb be the realest so picture niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
give 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 a 50, my money dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and to Ricky
My itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my 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 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 J's, every play's 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, 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 Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald
Load the with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a Hannibal Lectors
Reppin' that shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live from a Wraith
Caught with the white base
My number one got a white face
ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a hundred on, forest papa
Chasin' faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My money on planet
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, like heavy metal
My money on level
You fuckin' ordinary
Wash head Marbury, nigga

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

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

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, then I
I got a bad college bitch who like to after class
She study for finals, I the game
These niggas don't me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the feelin' just like Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go to the brain
know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, my ring and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch look at the
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't give a fuck,
Stuntin' hard, I'm just get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne like I won a game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron
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 bitches to smash on my
30 have 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, fresh out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the off of your cabbage
I assist 'em that package when I pass it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of them blocks,
Bitch I'm Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

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

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