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(Maybach Music)

We them at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what called
foul but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my dogs to take it all
And them boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
Yeah they tell me that these the streets to floss on
I put your 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 claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's hair in a
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for that encore,
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You should see me and them stars,
Rich don't test drive
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the up in my stash spot
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a that we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, that sweet as cake

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

I a break to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, seem to get the cigar
These hoes a throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she gon' be
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you know I more green
Than like floor tickets in Boston
And we off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a 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 that we our promise
I could beat up, up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my seat up,
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
Believe that your follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper pussy and put you pussies in the street
Say the major 'cause I wasn't made for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them niggas me
Let's get it, I got them same niggas with me
Silencers give you life but make a major difference
You play a witness, I you snitchin', you paid the hitter
purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my money dirty, her pussy
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't confuse me with
17 Fire, what the fuck was you
Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you him

Huh! My money on another
Huh! My money on another
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' cash in the huddle, blocka, flash from the
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the ball
They him Gunplay, they call him Don Logan
He a legend, keep the engine revin'
And the firearm, bring the fire
Fuck Donald Sterling, him, fuck Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, fuck Donald Sterling
Load the clips my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They on my belt buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a foul line, it's child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm a hundred Hannibal Lectors
that animal shelter

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pop champagne like I won a championship
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like James
These ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam 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 to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my lookin' like, they fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I it, fosho
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag 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 Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a nigga up

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

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