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(Maybach Music)

We them at the park, we just wanna ball
dope to get a car and don't know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And them boys
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond chains and my dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
Runnin' on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double for that encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich don't test drive
And M, that be the best 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 her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' 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 just let her below, in a she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
Than floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
Them niggas nearly
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop 'cause on I bombed it
You can see that we keep our
I could beat up, beat up, no
And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up,
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe that your follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them niggas me
get it, I got them same dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but make a major difference
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 give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and to Ricky
My itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my 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 were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, play's a win
cash in the huddle, blocka, flash from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the ball
They call him Gunplay, they him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Donald
him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Load the with 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
Reppin' that animal

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

Yeah reportin' live a white Wraith
Caught hands the white base
My number one shooter got a white
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a hundred chains on, 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 metal
My money on another
You fuckin' ordinary
Wash head like Marbury,

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

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

Nigga gettin' off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad college who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I the game
These niggas don't know me but his bitch my name
I be all over the union just like Dwyane
three pounds of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the Bulls the shit, wait 'til D Rose back
Niggas playin', they commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, 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
Stuntin' hard, I'm just get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne like I won a championship
I keep that powder on me, nigga, Lebron James
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I to God I got a cemetery
nothin' but bad bitches to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I pass it,
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Spoelstra
bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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