Lil Wayne - Way I'm Ballin lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got shotguns under my staircase Grab yo ho a** girl face Then have this b**h on lock, I’m bout to get this b**h 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**’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***as Y'all some f**in porcupines I still got residue all on my dinner plates Real n***as in my inner circle None of my checks come late, I ain’t having that, I give em curfews, sponsored links Dressed up like a old lady, uzi under my first dress Surprise yo a** like a baby… taking his first steps I’m too good but just in a bad b**h Smoke like I’ve been kissing dragons 9 mill conjure her missing panties That p**y 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** with me cuz I f** around and got that sh** from Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong f** with me cuz I f** around and got that sh** from Neil Armstrong aw! Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones f** with me cuz I f** around and got that sh** 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**h 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**hes 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***as It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n***as Foreva It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n***as Hold it It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n***as 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** [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**hes stand tall Bad b**hes want em all Hella choppas on the circus Mansion on the beach, n***a that’s the purpose Blow it cuz the swag is perfect First cla** flights, n***a we done murked em [Hook: Future] It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n***as It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n***as Foreva It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n***as Hold it It’s like the way I’m ballin on these n***as 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**