Mack Maine - Way I'm Ballin' lyrics

[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]