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(Maybach Music)

We them at the park, we just wanna ball
Sellin' dope to get a car and don't know what called
Niggas but the referees don't 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 that boy
50 Stacks for the seat, the popcorn
chains and my million dollar cross on
Yeah they me that these ain't the streets to floss on
I put your bitch on my list, and it's not
down on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it like a (Maybach Music)
All y'all claim to know me well
Top down, I got your bitch's in a ponytail
She been to Tom Ford, nigga
So I double back for encore, nigga
Yayo out my pores, nigga
You should see me and stars, nigga
Rich don't test drive
And M, that be the best ha (Maybach Music)
I let her count the cake up in my stash
Put all her photos 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 be fuckin' ordinary niggas

I a break to let these lames get their thing off
Now I seen the scenery, can't to get the cigar
hoes a free throw, Stevenson and LeBron
I just let her below, in a moment she gon' be
Isolate the offense, don't you hear me talkin'?
And you I watch more green
Than like season tickets in Boston
And we show off like Dolph Ziggler, let raw get tossed 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
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 that we our promise
I could up, beat up, no conscience
And ridin' my feet up, my seat up, reclinin'
Supreme up, my tee, and Moschino
Believe that your follow
Better eat up, or be out 'Cause we at the
champion, believe that, ring at the counter

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

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 killin' me
Let's get it, I got them same dirty niggas me
Silencers 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 her hickeys, I fuck her, duck her and pass to Ricky
My palms itchy, I coulda swore I hit the lotto
house in Cabo, my Spanish bitch related to Blanco
My blanket Morocco, my is Cuban
It's never ordinary, don't me with humans
17 Fire, the fuck was you doin'?
bricks were 30 apiece and 28 if you knew him

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

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

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

Yeah reportin' live from a Wraith
Caught hands with the white
My number one shooter got a white
Talkin' ladders, we don't tussle, we fight cases
Montana, but tonight I'm Tony
Pop a hundred on, forest papa
Chasin' faces on the blue paper
fed cases, you need law paper
My money on planet
Talkin' fishscale, got the salmon
Hop out, sound like heavy
My on another level
You fuckin' ordinary
Wash head Marbury, nigga

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

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

Nigga gettin' bucks off of my story
I come through in the
I'm like Ray at 40 (Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, I crash
I got a bad college who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study the
niggas don't 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', commentatin' like Shaq
Two mil' on the deal, my ring and I'm back
And the whole team winnin', bitch look at the
Open up, nigga, fingers up
We give a fuck, nigga
Stuntin' hard, I'm just tryna get a buck,
Like Milwaukee, walkie talkie, you at, nigga?
I'm gettin' stacks,

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

Pop champagne I won a championship game
I keep that on me, nigga, like Lebron James
These niggas ordinary, Birdman,
Slam a tickin' bitch, I'm pitchin' out the Panamera
him in the paint, I swear to God I got a cemetery
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches to on my itinerary
30 Shot'll 'em flippin' like a patty
And my bitches lookin' like, they fresh out
Aston Martin, rapid, woh
Drop top, shootin' rampid, peel the leaf off of your cabbage
I assist 'em with that package when I it, fosho
I up with it like Bosh, defense
I got a duffle bag 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 Eric Spoelstra
Yeah bitch, Eric and a nigga post up

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

Fuck 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' fuck Donald