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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't what it's called
Niggas but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs came to it all
2014 And them back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
Runnin' on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I it like 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 double back for that encore,
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You see me and them stars, nigga
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 we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, pussy sweet as cake

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

I a break to let these lames get their thing off
Now I the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
These a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
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 dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, a Euro step
Them niggas walkin'
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 that we our promise
I could beat up, beat up, no
And ridin' with my 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
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you niggas eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture 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 you snitchin', you paid the hitter
purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me humans
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you him

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

Limpin' like a pimp, 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 your ass a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the 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, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' Donald Sterling
Load the with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like it's time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm a hundred Hannibal Lectors
Reppin' that shelter

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

Yeah live from a white Wraith
Caught hands with the base
My number one got a white face
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we just cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a chains on, forest papa
Chasin' dead faces on the blue
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the salmon
Hop out, like heavy metal
My on another level
You ordinary niggas
Wash like 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 on another level
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be ordinary niggas

Nigga gettin' bucks off of 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 to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study the
These niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my
I be all over the union just like Dwyane
three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' like
Two mil' on the deal, pull my and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle 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 money on another
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Pop champagne like I won a championship
I keep powder on me, nigga, like Lebron James
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a bitch, I'm pitchin' 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 Shot'll have 'em flippin' a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of them blocks,
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 and a nigga post up

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

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