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(Maybach Music)

We them at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and know what it's called
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the finals and my dogs came to it all
And them boys back
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond chains and my 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, retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to me well
Top down, I got your hair in a ponytail
She never to Tom Ford, nigga
So I back for that encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich don't test drive
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my spot
Put all her naked in my laptop
We got a that we could never break
She wash her hair with Belaire, pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get their off
Now I seen the scenery, seem to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, and LeBron
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 green
Than like floor season tickets in
And we off like Dolph 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 their set, like 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 that we our promise
I could beat up, beat up, no
And with my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe that female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I made for industry
Sb be the realest so them niggas killin' me
Let's get it, I got same dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you paid the
Chanel purses and red bottoms, I'm bookin'
My a 50, my money dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to
My palms itchy, I coulda I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
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 on another level
Huh! My money on another
Huh! She fuckin' ordinary
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

Limpin' like a pimp, out the gym
6 Ring J's, play's a win
Countin' cash in the huddle, blocka, from the muzzle
Spazz on a busta, beat your ass like a
Oh Lord, here come the ball
They call him Gunplay, call him Don Logan
He a livin' legend, keep the revin'
And the firearm, the fire alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, Donald Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, fuck Donald Sterling
Load the clips my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my belt buckle, on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like child time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Lectors
Reppin' that shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live a white Wraith
Caught hands the white 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 chains on, forest
Chasin' dead on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound like heavy
My money on another
You ordinary niggas
Wash like Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga bucks off of tellin' my story
I come through in the
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad college bitch who to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study the
These don't know 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, 'til D Rose back
Niggas ain't playin', they commentatin' Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', look at the stacks
Open up, nigga, fingers up
We don't give a fuck,
Stuntin' hard, I'm tryna get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, where you at,
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop like I won a championship game
I keep powder on me, nigga, like Lebron James
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
Killed him in the paint, I swear to God I got a
Ain't nothin' but bad to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, fresh out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your
I assist 'em with that package when I it, fosho
I post up it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag full of them blocks,
Bitch I'm Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a bus full 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 fuckin' niggas (Maybach Music)
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

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