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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we just ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't what it's called
Niggas but the referees don't get involved
It's the finals and my came to take it all
And them boys back
I'm at the on the floor and that boy strapped
50 Stacks for the seat, bring the
Diamond and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they tell me that these ain't the to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and not long
Runnin' down on niggas, retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it like a (Maybach Music)
All niggas claim to know me well
Top down, I got your hair in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I back for that encore, nigga
comin' out my pores, nigga
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't 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 bond that we could break
She wash her with Belaire, that pussy sweet as cake

Huh! My on another level
Huh! My on another level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your bitch be fuckin' 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 she gon' be home
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you hear me
And you know I more green
like floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Ziggler, let raw bitches get tossed out
All I call is bad shit I'm bashing Joe Crawford
And dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that you? Buyin' Jordans?
But we their set, like a Euro step
Them niggas walkin'
So me up, I got it, turn me up, I got it
God for this hip-hop 'cause on ESPN I bombed it
You can see that we keep our
I beat up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' with my up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and designer
Believe that your follow
Better eat up, or be out we at the Finals
Swag champion, believe that, at the counter

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

I tried to let you niggas eat
My chopper pussy kill and put you pussies in the
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 same dirty niggas with me
Silencers give you life but they make a difference
You play a witness, I you snitchin', you paid the hitter
Chanel and red bottoms, I'm bookin' 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
Safe house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to
My blanket Morocco, my carpet is
It's never ordinary, confuse me with humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
Your bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you him

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

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

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

Yeah reportin' from a white Wraith
Caught hands 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
Chasin' faces on the blue paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My on another planet
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound like metal
My on another level
You fuckin' niggas
Wash head like Marbury,

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

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

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

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

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

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