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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just wanna
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what it's
Niggas foul but the referees don't get
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
2014 And them boys
I'm at the finals on the floor and boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
Diamond chains and my 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' on niggas, they retract their statement
I a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to know me
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double for that encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas 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 bond that we never break
She her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

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

I took a break to let these lames get thing off
Now I seen the scenery, seem to get the cigar
hoes a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga you hear me talkin'?
And you know I watch green
Than like floor season in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get 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 their set, like a Euro step
Them niggas walkin'
So turn me up, I got it, me up, I got it
Thank God for this hip-hop on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we keep our
I could up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe your female'll follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

I tried to let you pussy eat
My chopper pussy and put you pussies in the street
Say fuck the major 'cause I wasn't for industry
Sb be the realest so picture them niggas me
Let's get it, I got them dirty niggas with me
give you life but they make a major difference
You play a witness, I heard you snitchin', you the hitter
Chanel and red bottoms, I'm bookin' tickets
My clip a 50, my dirty, her pussy sticky
You give her hickeys, I her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My itchy, I coulda swore I just hit the lotto
Safe house in Cabo, my bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
It's ordinary, don't confuse me with humans
17 Fire, what the was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 and 28 if you knew him

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

like 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, your ass like a buzzer
Oh Lord, here come the ball
They call him Gunplay, they call him Don
He a livin' legend, keep the revin'
And the firearm, bring the alarm
Fuck Donald Sterling, fuck him, fuck Sterling
Fuck him, fuck Donald Sterling, screamin' fuck Sterling
Load the clips my clippers, tippin' all the strippers
They bitin' on my buckle, grippin' on the zippers
Snort a foul line, like it's time
Mmg, 305, our
Yayo, I'm like a hundred Lectors
Reppin' animal shelter

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

Yeah reportin' live from a Wraith
Caught with the white 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 on, forest papa
Chasin' dead faces on the blue
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My money on another
Talkin' fishscale, got the whole
Hop out, sound heavy metal
My money on another
You fuckin' ordinary
Wash head like Marbury,

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

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

Nigga gettin' off of tellin' my story
I come in the clutch
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 for finals, I study the game
These niggas don't know me but his bitch my name
I be all over the union feelin' just Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go to the brain
Just know the Bulls been the shit, wait 'til D back
Niggas ain't playin', commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, pull my and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch look at the
up, nigga, middle fingers up
We don't give a fuck,
Stuntin' hard, I'm just get a buck, nigga
Like Milwaukee, talkie, where you at, nigga?
I'm stacks, nigga

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

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that powder on me, nigga, like Lebron
These 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
Ain't nothin' but bad to smash on my itinerary
30 Shot'll have 'em flippin' a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they out pageants
Martin, ridin' rapid, woh
Drop top, choppers rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I 'em with that package when I pass it, fosho
I post up with it Bosh, defense
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
I'm like Ray Allen with shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus of thots
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

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

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