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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just wanna
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know it's called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the finals and my dogs came to it all
And them boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and boy strapped
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
chains 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
down on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to me well
Top down, I got bitch's hair in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for that encore,
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't drive
And M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the up in my stash spot
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a that we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get their off
Now I the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, 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 get tossed out
All I is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a step
Them niggas nearly
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop on ESPN I bombed it
You can see we keep our promise
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
Believe that your follow
eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

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

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My chopper pussy and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them 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
purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
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 bitch related to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me with
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your bricks 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

Yeah reportin' live a white Wraith
hands with the white base
My number one shooter got a face
ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, forest
Chasin' dead faces on the paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like heavy
My on another level
You fuckin' niggas
Wash like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga 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 bitch who to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study the
niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all the union feelin' just like Dwyane
Smokin' three of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
ain't playin', they commentatin' like 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 don't give a fuck,
Stuntin' hard, I'm just get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop like I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like 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 to smash on my itinerary
30 have 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I 'em with that package when I pass it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of blocks, offense
I'm like Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

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

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