Way I'm Ballin'

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got shotguns under my staircase Rob yo ho ass bare face Been had this bitch on lock, I’m bout to get this bitch a cellmate All my life I been this cold All my nights I spend with hoes I keep change on me now ‘Cus this shit’s startin to take a toll I just flew 2 hoes in, oh how time flies, clip its wings Make you spit that safe combination, out like Listerine And even though I’m not an artist this is where I draw the line We don’t feel none of you niggas Y'all some fuckin porcupines I still got residue all on my dinner plates Real niggas in my inner circle None of my checks come late, I ain’t having that, I give em curfews Dressed up like a old lady, uzi under my church dress Surprise yo ass like a baby… taking his first steps I’m too good for just any bad bitch Smoke like I’ve been kissing dragons That milk carton show her missing panties That pussy felt like a hidden valley Thank God that I’m so gifted I wouldn’t return a single gift But all good things must come to an end Like this blunt burning my fingertips Lil' Tune [Hook: Lil Wayne] This ain’t what you want Put that gun to yo ho head Make her tell me what you don’t Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong! Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw! [Verse 2: Mack Maine] Striper pole on the yacht Striper pole in my spot I got yo girl in my condo Bitch I’m ballin like Rondo Flexin ranches up in Texas I know it’s a blessing but I don’t know what’s a recession If we talkin mew mew’s, Jimmy Choos and Giuseppe she got it I star 6-7, my flights I fly private I’m a walkin hedge fund I copped a 62 for leg room This bitch text saying her lights off I bought her a new crib, it’s a tax write-off [Hook: Future] It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas Foreva It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas Hold it It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas Step up in this kitchen Just step back take a look at me Listen , that Ferrari unreleased Stop being so defensive, I’m making real decisions That’s the reason why we winning We flying, we finished [Verse 3: Birdman] Rich Gang, we drop feathers to vall Rich Gang ball 'till you fall We hit the block dippin cuz the block hot Record sales, ship it from the Hard Knox Live it like we live it twice Ballin with them bright lights Bad bitches stand tall Bad bitches want em all Hella choppas on the surface Mansion on the beach, nigga that’s the purpose Blow it cuz the swag is perfect First class flights, nigga we done murked em [Hook: Future]