Way I'm Ballin Lyrics - 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 

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! 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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