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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just ball
dope 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 back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond and my million dollar 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' down on niggas, retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it like a (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to know me
Top down, I got your hair in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I double back for that encore,
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
niggas don't test drive
And M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her the cake up in my stash spot
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a bond that we never break
She wash her hair Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' 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 hoes a free throw, and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
the offense, nigga don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I more green
Than like floor tickets in Boston
And we show off like Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know set, like a Euro step
Them nearly 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 beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your 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' niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my
I come through in the
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 like to fuck 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
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, 'til D Rose back
ain't playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, my ring 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 tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop champagne like I won a 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
nothin' but bad bitches 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 shootin' rampid, the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package I pass it, fosho
I post up with it like Bosh,
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
I'm like Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus of thots
Team full of heat, I'm Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

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

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