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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
foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million cross on
Yeah they tell me that these the streets to floss on
I put bitch on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract 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 in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for that encore,
Yayo out my pores, nigga
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 photos in my
We got a bond that we could break
She wash her with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, seem to get the cigar
hoes a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
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 green
Than like floor season tickets in
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get out
All I call is bad shit like I'm Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is 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 this 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we keep our
I could beat up, beat up, no
And ridin' with my feet up, my up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
that your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you in the street
Say fuck the 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
Silencers give you life but they a major difference
You a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin'
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me with
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 fuckin' niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, flash the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass like a
Oh Lord, here come the ball
They call him Gunplay, call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald
him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Load the clips my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm a hundred Hannibal Lectors
Reppin' animal shelter

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

reportin' live from a white Wraith
Caught hands with the base
My one shooter got a white 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 blue
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the salmon
Hop out, like heavy metal
My money on another
You ordinary niggas
Wash like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my
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 like to fuck after
She study for finals, I the game
These niggas don't 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
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' like
Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm
And the whole winnin', bitch look at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm stacks, nigga

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
bitch 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 to God I got a cemetery
Ain't but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em flippin' like a
And my bitches lookin' like, they fresh out
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with package when I pass it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of them blocks,
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen with
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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