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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just wanna
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 floor and that boy
50 Stacks for the seat, bring the
Diamond and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
Runnin' down on niggas, retract 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
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
niggas don't test 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 never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as

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

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
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 more
Than floor season tickets in Boston
And we off like 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 their set, like a Euro step
Them nearly walkin'
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see we keep our promise
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, believe that, at the counter

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

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

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

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, play's a win
cash in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass like a
Oh Lord, here the ball hogger
They him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Load the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the
bitin' 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 Hannibal
that animal shelter

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

Yeah live from a white 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 Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
Chasin' dead faces on the paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the salmon
Hop out, sound 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 bitch be fuckin' niggas

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my
I through 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 college bitch who like to fuck after
She for finals, I study the game
These niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my
I be all the union feelin' just like Dwyane
Smokin' pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', commentatin' like Shaq
Two on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back
And the whole winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, fingers up
We don't a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck,
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, Lebron James
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I swear to God I got a
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
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em that package when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it like Bosh,
I got a duffle bag of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team full of heat, I'm Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

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

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