Way I'm Ballin (feat. Lil Wayne, Mack Maine, Birdman)

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 s***'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, 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 n****s

Y'all some f***in porcupines

I still got residue all on my dinner plates

Real n****s 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 a** like a baby... taking his first steps

I'm too good for just any bad b***h

Smoke like I've been kissing dragons

That milk carton show 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

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 s*** from Neil Armstrong aw!

Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong

F*** with me cuz I f*** around and got that s*** 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 s*** from Neil Armstrong aw!

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 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 run

This b***hes texted and her lights on

I bought her a new crib, it's a tax right on

It's like the way I'm ballin on these n****s

It's like the way I'm ballin on these n****s

Foreva

It's like the way I'm ballin on these n****s

Hold it

It's like the way I'm ballin on these n****s

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 s***

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**** that's the purpose

Blow it cuz the swag is perfect

First class flights, n**** we done murked em

It's like the way I'm ballin on these n****s

It's like the way I'm ballin on these n****s

Foreva

It's like the way I'm ballin on these n****s

Hold it

It's like the way I'm ballin on these n****s

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 s***