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(Maybach Music)

We niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and know what it's called
foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs to take it all
And them boys back
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond and my million dollar cross on
they tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract their
I keep a bomb, I drop it a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas to know me well
Top down, I got bitch's hair in a ponytail
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double for that encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You should see me and them stars,
Rich niggas don't test
And M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her the cake up in my stash spot
Put all her naked photos in my
We got a bond that we never break
She wash her hair Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She ordinary niggas
bitch 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 a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you know I 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 these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin'
But we know their set, like a step
Them nearly walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we our promise
I could beat up, beat up, no
And ridin' with my feet up, my up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe your female'll follow
eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

I tried to let you niggas eat
My chopper pussy and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the 'cause I wasn't 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 heard you snitchin', you the hitter
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 swore I just hit the lotto
Safe in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My Morocco, my carpet is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't me with humans
17 Fire, what the was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you him

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

Limpin' like a pimp, out the gym
6 J's, every play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, flash the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, come the ball hogger
They him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, the engine revin'
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, fuck Donald Sterling
Load the with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
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
Reppin' that shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live from a white
Caught 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 on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the salmon
Hop out, sound heavy metal
My on another level
You ordinary niggas
Wash head Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of my story
I come in the clutch
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad college bitch who like to after class
She study for finals, I the game
These niggas know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all the union feelin' 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
Niggas ain't playin', commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm
And the whole team winnin', look at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck,
Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She ordinary niggas
bitch 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 tickin' bitch, I'm out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I to God I got a cemetery
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em flippin' like a
And my lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your
I assist 'em with that when I pass it, fosho
I post up it like Bosh, defense
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus of thots
Team of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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