Way I'm Ballin

(Gangsta Grillz, you bastards) Uh, I got shotguns under my staircase Rob yo' ho-ass bare face Been had 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 'Cause this shit's startin' to take a toll I just flew two hoes in, oh how time flies, clip it's 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 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 havin' that, I give 'em curfews Dressed up like a old lady, Uzi under my church dress Surprise yo' ass like a baby, takin' his first steps I'm too good for just any bad bitch Smoke like I've been kissin' dragons That milk carton show her missin' 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 burnin' 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*ck with me 'cause I f*ck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong, oh Neil Armstrong, oh, Neil Armstrong F*ck with me 'cause I f*ck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that's a pocket full of stones F*ck with me 'cause I f*ck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong, woah Stripper pole on the yacht Stripper 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 blessin' but I don't know what's a recession If we talkin Miu Miu's, Jimmy Choos and Giuseppe she got it I star 6-7, my flights I fly private (woo) I'm a walkin' hedge fund I copped a 62 for leg room This bitch text sayin' her lights off I bought her a new crib, it's a tax write-off Like the way I'm ballin' on these niggas Don't like the way I'm ballin' on these niggas (forever) Don't like the way I'm ballin' on these niggas (always) Don't like the way I'm ballin' on these niggas Step up in this kitchen Just step back take a look at me Listen, that Ferrari unreleased Stop bein' so defensive, I'm makin' good decisions That's the reason why we winnin' We flyin', we finished (yeah, yeah) Rich Gang, we drop feathers to ball Rich Gang, ball 'til you fall We hit the block dippin' 'cause 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 surface Mansion on the beach, nigga that's the purpose Blow it 'cause the swag is perfect First class flights, nigga we done murked 'em (blatt) Like the way I'm ballin' on these niggas Don't like the way I'm ballin' on these niggas (forever) Don't like the way I'm ballin' on these niggas (always) Don't like the way I'm ballin' on these niggas Step up in this kitchen Just step back take a look at me Listen, that Ferrari unreleased Stop bein' so defensive, I'm makin' good decisions