"Ballin Out" lyrics

Ice neck, wrist fist, yes, I'm balling out, bitch
Tron, Goose, rosé, yes, I'm drunk as fuck, bitch
Ice neck, wrist fist, yes, I'm balling out, bitch
Tron, Goose, rosé, yes, I'm drunk as fuck, bitch

It's that young nigga movement, mane
You know how we doin' it, man
Alright, come on, man, stop bullshittin', nigga
I do this shit, nigga
Flocka Robinson, nigga, like my New York buddies say
Flocka AKA 'I Might Rob You, Son'

They gonna say they hard, I'ma say I'm harder
They gonna say they grind, I'ma grind smarter
They gonna say they shining but the lights is on me
Only three things: stunt, shine, and flex (Trapaholics)

Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out (Hey)
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out (Hey)
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out
Fuck Waka Flocka Flame, call me Waka Flocka Flex
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out (Hey)
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out (Hey)
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out
Fuck Waka Flocka Flame, call me Waka Flocka Flex (Damn, son, where'd you find this?)

Ice neck, wrist fist, yes, I'm balling out, bitch
Tron, Goose, rosé, yes, I'm drunk as fuck, bitch
Balling is my hobby, stunting is my role model
Getting guap is my job and Gucci is my right hand (Real trap shit)
"Waka Flocka Flame, you my favorite rapper, bruh
Can I trap with you, bruh? Juug and cap like you, bruh?
Count stacks like you, bruh? Dress So Icey like you, bruh?
Can I flex? Can I shine? Can I ride like you, bruh?"
You can do it, shawty, you can do it, shawty, grind hard
Work hard, think smarter than the average nigga
Go ball for the cabbage, nigga
Marriage, nigga? Not, not, not me, my nigga
Work, work, work, my nigga (We make it look easy)
Flex, grind on these niggas

Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out (Hey)
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out (Hey)
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out
Fuck Waka Flocka Flame, call me Waka Flocka Flex
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out (Hey)
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out (Swish)
Now I'm balling out (Swish), now I'm balling out (Swish)
Fuck Waka Flocka Flame, call me Waka Flocka Flex (Trapaholics)

In the trap with the yolk, got the wrap and the choke
I love weed smoke, shawty, so please let me smoke
Every rhyme a nigga wrote, I don't need no ghost writer
This that flex, this that shine, this that ball out music
We the first b-ball team with a woman for a coach
PG: Frenchie, SG: Young Juice
Small forward: Wooh da Kid, power forward: Waka Flocka
Center, center: Gucci Mane
Half time, I'ma flex
We at a full court press, so you know we got blocks
Love to shoot, love to shoot like my name was Flocka Kobe
Throwing loot, throwing loot, shawty, I got hella money
Walked up in the store, asked her what she wanted
She point at shoes, she point at Flocka

Now I'm balling out, Flocka, I'm balling
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out (Hey)
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out (Hey)
Fuck Waka Flocka Flame, call me Waka Flocka Flex
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out (Hey)
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out (Hey)
Now I'm balling out (Hey), now I'm balling out
Fuck Waka Flocka Flame, call me Waka Flocka Flex