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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 what it's
Niggas foul but the referees get involved
the finals and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
Yeah they me that 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 their
I keep a bomb, I it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas to know me well
Top down, I got your hair in a ponytail
She been 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 test 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 never break
She her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
hoes a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I let her below, in a moment she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
Than like season tickets in Boston
And we off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe
And dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, a Euro step
Them niggas nearly
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, up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up,
up, my tee, and Moschino 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 level
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper pussy 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 dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they a major difference
You a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her pussy
You give her hickeys, I her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I swore I just hit the lotto
Safe in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me with
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

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

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

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

gettin' bucks off of tellin' my story
I through in the clutch
I'm Ray Allen 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 the game
These niggas know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' just Dwyane
Smokin' three of the thunder, it go straight to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm
And the team winnin', bitch look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, middle up
We don't give a fuck,
Stuntin' hard, I'm tryna get a buck, nigga
Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

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

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

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