Lil Wayne feat. Future, Mack Maine & Birdman - Way I'm Ballin

Текст песни: Way I'm Ballin

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
 I got shotguns under my staircase
 Grab yo ho ass girl face
 Then have 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 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 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 first dress
 Surprise yo ass like a baby… taking his first steps
 I’m too good but just in a bad bitch
 Smoke like I’ve been kissing dragons
 9 mill conjure 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 aw!
 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 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 bitches 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 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 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 shit

[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 bitches stand tall
 Bad bitches want em all
 Hella choppas on the circus
 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]
 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 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 shit