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(Maybach Music)

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

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

I took a break to let lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't 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, don't you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch more
Than like floor season tickets in
And we off like 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 you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know set, like a Euro step
Them niggas walkin'
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 we keep our promise
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
Believe that your female'll
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

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

I to let you pussy niggas eat
My pussy kill and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't made for
Sb be the realest so picture them killin' me
Let's get it, I got them dirty niggas with me
Silencers you life but they make a major difference
You a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm tickets
My clip a 50, my dirty, her pussy sticky
You her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
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 level
Huh! My money on level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' ordinary

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, your ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here the ball hogger
They call him Gunplay, call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the engine
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, Donald Sterling
Fuck him, Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
the clips with my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, 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 fuckin' ordinary

Yeah reportin' live from a white
Caught hands with the white
My number one shooter got a face
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a chains on, forest papa
Chasin' faces on the blue paper
fed cases, you need law paper
My money on planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like heavy
My on another level
You fuckin' ordinary
Wash head like Marbury,

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my
I come in the clutch
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad bitch who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I the game
niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union just like Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm
And the whole team winnin', bitch at the stacks
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We give a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne like I won a game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, Lebron James
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm 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 have 'em flippin' like a
And my bitches lookin' like, they out pageants
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I it, fosho
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of blocks, offense
Bitch I'm Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga post up

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

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