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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 what it's
Niggas but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs to take it all
2014 And them boys
I'm at the finals on the and that boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
chains and my million dollar 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, retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's 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 test drive
And double M, 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 could break
She her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She ordinary niggas
bitch 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
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and
I let her below, in a moment she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you me talkin'?
And you know I watch more
Than like floor season in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw get tossed out
All I call is bad shit I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
niggas nearly walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we our promise
I could up, beat up, no conscience
And with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that 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 another
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you pussies in the
Say fuck the major 'cause I made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them niggas me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
Silencers you life but they make a major difference
You play a witness, I you snitchin', you paid the hitter
purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her pussy
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the
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, what the fuck was you
Your bricks 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass like a
Oh Lord, here come the hogger
They him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a legend, keep the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald
Load the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the
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
that animal shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live from a white
Caught hands with the white
My one shooter got a white face
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a hundred on, forest papa
Chasin' dead faces on the blue
fed cases, you need law paper
My on another planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound heavy metal
My money on level
You ordinary niggas
Wash head like Marbury,

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

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

gettin' bucks off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
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 fuck after
She for finals, I study the game
These don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
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, wait 'til D Rose
Niggas playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm
And the team winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We don't give a fuck,
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 money on level
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
Your bitch be ordinary niggas

Pop champagne like I won a championship
I keep that powder on me, nigga, Lebron 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 but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your
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
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen shots
Cheerleaders, I got a tour bus full of thots
Team of heat, I'm talkin' Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

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

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