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Way Im Ballin ft. Future & Mack Maine

Way Im Ballin ft. Future & Mack Maine Lyrics Lil Wayne feat. Birdman

Mixtape: Dedication 5

[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
Yall 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 am 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 fingertip snitzel

[Hook 1: 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
Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong
Fuck with me cuz I fuck around
And got that shit from Neil Armstrong
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

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
Striper pole on the yacht
Striper pole in my spot
I got yo girl in my condo
Bitchin I’m ballin like Ron do
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 Choo's 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 2: Future]
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas
Forever...
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 2: Future]

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