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

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***