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(Maybach Music)

We them at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and know what it's called
Niggas foul but the 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 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
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract their
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas to know me well
Top down, I got bitch's hair in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I double back for encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You should see me and them stars,
Rich niggas don't test
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the up in my stash spot
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a bond we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
These hoes a throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I let her below, in a moment she gon' be home
the offense, nigga don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I more green
Than like season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get out
All I call is bad like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we their set, like a Euro step
Them niggas walkin'
So me up, I got it, turn 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 with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your follow
eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, at the counter

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

I tried to let you niggas eat
My chopper kill and put you pussies in the street
Say the major 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the so picture them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a difference
You a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my 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 bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
It's never ordinary, don't me with 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 money on another
Huh! She ordinary niggas
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, flash from the
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, keep the engine
And the firearm, bring the fire
Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, Donald 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 child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Lectors
Reppin' that animal

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

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

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

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

Nigga bucks off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad college bitch who to fuck after class
She study for finals, I the game
These niggas know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' just Dwyane
Smokin' pounds 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 mil' on the deal, my ring and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't give a fuck,
Stuntin' hard, I'm just get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron
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 bitches to smash on my
30 have 'em flippin' like a patty
And my lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
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 like Ray Allen shots
Cheerleaders, I got a tour bus full of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga up

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

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