Way I’m Ballin – Lil Wayne feat Future, Mack Maine & Birdman
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got shotguns under my staircase
Grab yo ho ass girl face
Then have this b_tch on lock, I’m bout to get this b_tch a cellmate
All my life I been this cold
All my nights I spend with hoes
I keep change on me now
‘Cus this sh_t’s startin to take a toll
I just flew 2 hoes in, oh how times I clip his wings
Make you spit that safe combination, I’m like Listerine
And even though I’m not an artist this is where I draw the line
We don’t feel none of you n_ggas
Y’all some f_ckin porcupines
I still got residue all on my dinner plates
Real n_ggas 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 first dress
Surprise yo ass like a baby? taking his first steps
I’m too good but just in a bad b_tch
Smoke like I’ve been kissing dragons
9 mill conjure her missing panties
That p_ssy 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
F_ck with me cuz I f_ck around and got that sh_t from Neil Armstrong aw!
Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong
F_ck with me cuz I f_ck around and got that sh_t from Neil Armstrong aw!
Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones
F_ck with me cuz I f_ck around and got that sh_t 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
B_tch 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 Chews 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 run
This b_tches texted and her lights on
I bought her a new crib, it’s a tax right on
[Hook: Future]
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n_ggas
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n_ggas
Foreva
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n_ggas
Hold it
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n_ggas
Step up in this kitchen
Just step back til you look at me
Listen , that Ferrari unreleased
Stop getting so just pissed, I’m making real decisions
And that’s real if you win it
Now I’m ready so I’m ballin that sh_t
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Rich Gang, we drop feathers to vall
Rich Gang fall til 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 b_tches stand tall
Bad b_tches want em all
Hella choppas on the circus
Mansion on the beach, n_gga that’s the purpose
Blow it cuz the swag is perfect
First class flights, n_gga we done murked em
[Hook: Future]
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n_ggas
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n_ggas
Foreva
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n_ggas
Hold it
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n_ggas
Step up in this kitchen
Just step back til you look at me
Listen , that Ferrari unreleased
Stop getting so just pissed, I’m making real decisions
And that’s real if you win it
Now I’m ready so I’m ballin that sh_t
