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(Maybach Music)

We them niggas at the park, we wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know it's called
Niggas foul but the referees get involved
It's the and my dogs came to take it all
And them boys back
I'm at the finals on the floor and boy strapped
50 for the seat, bring the popcorn
Diamond chains and my million dollar on
Yeah tell me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
Runnin' down on niggas, they their statement
I keep a bomb, I it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All y'all niggas claim to me well
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She never been to Tom Ford,
So I double back for encore, nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores,
You see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't test
And double M, that be the ha (Maybach Music)
I let her the cake up in my stash spot
Put all her naked photos in my
We got a bond that we could never
She wash her hair with Belaire, that pussy sweet as

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

I took a break to let these get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
These hoes a free throw, Stevenson and
I just let her below, in a moment she gon' be
Isolate the offense, nigga don't you me talkin'?
And you know I watch more
Than floor season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw bitches get out
All I call is bad shit like I'm Joe Crawford
And these dudes ain't slick, sayin' you, is that Buyin' Jordans?
But we know their set, like a Euro
niggas nearly 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 our promise
I could beat up, beat up, no
And ridin' my feet up, my seat 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 level
Huh! She ordinary niggas
Your be fuckin' ordinary niggas

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

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

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

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

Yeah reportin' live a white Wraith
Caught hands with the base
My number one shooter got a face
Talkin' ladders, we tussle, we just fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a hundred chains on, forest
Chasin' dead faces on the paper
Fightin' fed cases, you law paper
My on another planet
fishscale, got the whole salmon
Hop out, sound like heavy
My on another level
You ordinary niggas
Wash head Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of tellin' my
I through in the clutch
I'm Ray Allen at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, I crash
I got a bad college bitch who 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 feelin' just like Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it go 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, 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 tryna get a buck,
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop like I won a championship game
I keep that on me, nigga, like Lebron James
niggas ordinary, Birdman, mercenary
Slam dunk a tickin' bitch, I'm out the Panamera
him in the paint, I swear 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
Aston Martin, 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 with it like Bosh,
I got a bag full of them blocks, offense
Bitch I'm like Ray Allen shots
Cheerleaders, bitch I got a tour bus full of
Team full of heat, I'm talkin' Eric
Yeah bitch, Eric Spoelstra and a post up

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

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