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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what called
Niggas foul but the don't get involved
It's the finals and my came to take it all
And them boys back
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the streets to on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
Runnin' 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 your bitch's hair in a
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't test
And M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my stash
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a bond that we never break
She her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
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 throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I let her below, in a moment she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I more green
Than like season tickets in Boston
And we show off Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Jordans?
But we know their set, like a step
Them niggas nearly
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see we keep our promise
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
Believe that 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 another
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 major I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them niggas me
Let's get it, I got them same niggas with me
Silencers give you life but make a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her pussy
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I swore I just hit the lotto
Safe in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't me with humans
17 Fire, what the was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

Yeah reportin' from a white Wraith
Caught hands with the base
My one shooter got a white face
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a chains on, forest papa
Chasin' dead faces on the paper
fed cases, you need law paper
My money on planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the salmon
Hop out, sound like metal
My on another level
You fuckin' niggas
head like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
I'm like Ray 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 study the
These niggas don't me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' just like
three pounds of the thunder, it go straight 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', bitch at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We don't a fuck, nigga
hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop champagne like I won a game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like James
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
Slam a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
him in the paint, I swear 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 bitches lookin' like, they fresh out
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I pass it,
I post up with it like Bosh,
I got a duffle bag of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen with
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full of thots
Team full of heat, I'm Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, 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' ordinary

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