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(Maybach Music)

We niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know it's called
Niggas foul but the referees get involved
the finals and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And them back
I'm at the finals on the floor and boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond and my million dollar cross on
Yeah tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
Runnin' down on niggas, they their statement
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (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 double for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't drive
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the up in my stash spot
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a bond that we could never
She wash her hair Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, seem to get the cigar
These a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you hear me
And you know I more green
Than like floor tickets in Boston
And we show off like Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin'
But we their set, like a Euro step
Them 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 we keep our promise
I could beat up, beat up, no
And with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe that your female'll
eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

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

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

Limpin' a pimp, jumpin' out the gym
6 Ring J's, every a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, flash the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the ball
They call him Gunplay, call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine
And the firearm, bring the alarm
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 buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a line, like it's child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a Hannibal Lectors
that animal shelter

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

Yeah reportin' from a white Wraith
Caught hands with the base
My number one got a white face
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight
Montana, but tonight I'm Parker
Pop a hundred on, forest papa
dead faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like heavy
My money on level
You fuckin' ordinary
head like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my
I come through in the
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad college bitch who to fuck after class
She study for finals, I the game
These don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' like Dwyane
Smokin' three of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D Rose
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' Shaq
Two on the deal, pull my ring and I'm back
And the whole 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 money on level
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She ordinary niggas
bitch be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep powder on me, nigga, like Lebron James
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the
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 have 'em flippin' a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it like Bosh,
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
bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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