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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just wanna
dope to get a car and don't know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the finals and my came to take it all
2014 And them boys
I'm at the finals on the floor and boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, bring the
Diamond chains and my million cross on
Yeah they tell me these ain't the streets to floss on
I put bitch on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract statement
I keep a bomb, I 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
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't test
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 that we could never
She wash her with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the
These hoes a 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 I watch more green
Than like floor tickets in Boston
And we show off Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe
And these ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know set, like a Euro step
Them nearly 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 could up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up,
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
that your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, at the counter

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

I tried to let you niggas eat
My chopper kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't made for
Sb be the realest so picture niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
Silencers give you life but they a major difference
You play a witness, I you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin'
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
It's ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you him

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your 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 ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the hogger
They call him Gunplay, they him Don Logan
He a legend, keep the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the fire
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald
Fuck him, fuck Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, grippin' on the
Snort a foul line, like it's time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Lectors
Reppin' that shelter

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

reportin' live from a white Wraith
Caught with the white base
My number one shooter got a white
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we fight cases
Montana, but I'm Tony Parker
Pop a hundred on, forest papa
dead faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, like heavy metal
My money on level
You fuckin' niggas
Wash head Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga bucks off of tellin' my story
I come 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 to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study the
These niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my
I be all over the union feelin' like Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the
Just know the been the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they like Shaq
Two on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch 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 gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne like I won a championship
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like James
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
Slam dunk a 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 smash on my
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I 'em with that package when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it like Bosh,
I got a duffle bag full of blocks, offense
I'm like Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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