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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what it's
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the finals and my dogs came to it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put bitch on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I back for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
niggas don't test drive
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her the cake up in my stash spot
Put all her naked photos in my
We got a that we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy as cake

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

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the
These hoes a throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she gon' be
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you hear me
And you I watch more green
Than like floor season tickets in
And we show off Dolph 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 you? Buyin'
But we know set, like a Euro step
Them niggas nearly
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I it
You can see that we our promise
I could beat up, beat up, no
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
Believe that female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My pussy kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't for industry
Sb be the realest so picture niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got same dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but 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 her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda 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, what the fuck was you
Your bricks were 30 and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

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

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

Huh! My money on level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' 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, a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad college who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I the game
These niggas don't know me but his bitch my name
I be all over the union feelin' just like
Smokin' pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' Shaq
Two on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We give a fuck, nigga
hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop like I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like James
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I swear to God I got a
Ain't nothin' but bad to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em flippin' a patty
And my bitches like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of cabbage
I assist 'em with that package I pass it, fosho
I post up it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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