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(Maybach Music)

We niggas 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
And them boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract their
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I back for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't test
And M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my stash
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a bond that we never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as

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

I took a break to let these get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
These a free throw, Stevenson 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
like floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, 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 I bombed it
You can see that we our promise
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe your female'll 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 on another level
Huh! She fuckin' niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' niggas

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you in the street
Say the major 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the so picture 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 tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her sticky
You give her hickeys, I her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me humans
17 Fire, what the was you doin'?
Your bricks 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

Limpin' like a pimp, out the gym
6 J's, every play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, flash from the
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the hogger
call him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the revin'
And the firearm, bring the fire
Fuck Donald Sterling, him, fuck Donald Sterling
him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling
Load the with my clippers, tippin' 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 like a Hannibal Lectors
Reppin' that animal

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

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

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

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

Nigga bucks off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
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 fuck class
She study for finals, I the game
These niggas don't know me but his bitch my name
I be all the union feelin' just 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 mil' on the deal, pull my ring and I'm
And the whole team winnin', bitch look at the
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

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

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas (Maybach Music)
Your bitch be fuckin' 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) Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Donald Sterling