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(Maybach Music)

We them at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' to get a car and don't know what it's called
Niggas foul but the 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 that boy
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
Yeah they tell me these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it like a (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to know me
Top down, I got bitch's hair in a ponytail
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double for that encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars,
Rich niggas don't drive
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her naked photos in my
We got a that we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
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 hoes a free throw, and LeBron
I just let her below, in a she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, don't you hear me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
Than like floor season in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw get tossed out
All I is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we their 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 ESPN I it
You can see that we keep our
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that your female'll
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't for industry
Sb be the realest so them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same niggas with me
Silencers you life but they make 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, duck her and pass to
My itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
It's never ordinary, don't me with humans
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my
I come in the clutch
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 after class
She study for finals, I study the
These don't 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 Bulls been the shit, 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they like Shaq
Two on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back
And the team winnin', bitch look at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We give a fuck, nigga
hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron 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 lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of cabbage
I assist 'em with package when I pass it, fosho
I post up it like Bosh, defense
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
Yeah bitch, Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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