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(Maybach Music)

We niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what called
Niggas foul but the don't get involved
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And them back
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' on niggas, they 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 your bitch's hair in a
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I back for that encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
Rich niggas test drive
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her the cake up in my stash spot
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a bond that we could break
She wash her with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the
hoes a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
the offense, nigga don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch more
Than like season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get out
All I is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that 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 hip-hop 'cause on I bombed it
You can see we keep our promise
I could up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up,
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper pussy and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't 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 but they make a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the
Chanel 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 pass to
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't me with humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga gettin' off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
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 to fuck after class
She for finals, I study the game
These niggas know 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
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose
ain't playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, my ring and I'm back
And the team winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We give a fuck, nigga
hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, 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 like I won a championship game
I keep powder on me, nigga, like Lebron James
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I swear to God I got a
nothin' but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 have 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they fresh out
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I 'em with that package when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it like Bosh,
I got a duffle bag full of blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen with
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full of thots
full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

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

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