Ballin Out (Mollywood) Waka Flocka Flame

[Intro]
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)

[Chorus]
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?)