[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got shotguns under my staircase
Rob yo ho a** bare face
Been had 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 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 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
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
[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!
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 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 b**h 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 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 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 b**hes stand tall
Bad b**hes want em all
Hella choppas on the surface
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]