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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 it's called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
And them boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract statement
I a bomb, I drop it like 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 back for that encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You should see me and them stars,
niggas don't test drive
And M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the up in my stash spot
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a bond that we could never
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy as cake

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

I a break to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the
These a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I let her below, in a moment she gon' 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 call is bad like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know set, like a Euro step
Them niggas walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on I bombed it
You can see that we our promise
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
that your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, believe that, at the counter

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

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

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

Limpin' like a pimp, out the gym
6 J's, every play's a win
Countin' in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass a buzzer
Oh Lord, come the ball hogger
call 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 Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' Donald Sterling
Load the clips my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like it's time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Lectors
Reppin' animal shelter

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your 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 don't tussle, we just cases
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
Chasin' dead on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My on another planet
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound like metal
My money on another
You fuckin' ordinary
Wash head Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' off of tellin' my story
I through in the clutch
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I
I got a bad college who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I the game
These niggas know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' like Dwyane
three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' like
Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm
And the whole winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We give a fuck, nigga
hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne like I won a game
I keep powder on me, nigga, like Lebron 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
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em flippin' like a
And my bitches like, they fresh out pageants
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 Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

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

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