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(Maybach Music)

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

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

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I the scenery, can't seem to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, don't you hear me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
Than like floor season tickets in
And we show off Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin'
But we know their set, a Euro step
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 beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

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

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

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

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

reportin' live from a white Wraith
Caught with the white base
My number one shooter got a face
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a chains on, forest papa
Chasin' faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on another
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound like heavy
My on another level
You fuckin' ordinary
head like Marbury, nigga

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

Huh! My money on level
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' 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, I crash
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' like Dwyane
Smokin' pounds of the thunder, it go straight 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 winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, 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 gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne like I won a game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I to God I got a cemetery
Ain't but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em like a patty
And my bitches like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em that package when I pass it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen with
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team full of heat, I'm Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga up

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

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