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(Maybach Music)

We them 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 finals and my dogs to take it all
2014 And boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and that boy
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract statement
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to me well
Top down, I got your hair in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I double back for encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas test drive
And double M, be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her photos in my laptop
We got a bond that we could never
She wash her hair with Belaire, that sweet as cake

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

I took a to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't seem to get the
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and
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 season tickets in
And we show off like Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I is bad shit like I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And these ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a step
Them niggas walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see we keep our promise
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my feet up, my up, reclinin'
up, my tee, and Moschino designer
Believe that female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
Swag champion, believe that, ring at the

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah reportin' live a white Wraith
Caught with the white base
My number one shooter got a white
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we just fight
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a hundred chains on, papa
dead faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you need law
My on another planet
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound like metal
My money on another
You fuckin' niggas
Wash like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of my story
I through in the clutch
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I
I got a bad college who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study the
These niggas don't know me but his screamin' my name
I be all over the union 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 playin', they 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, fingers up
We don't give a fuck,
hard, I'm just tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

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

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

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 Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Sterling