Ballin’ Out lyrics

[Intro]
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

[Hook]
Now I'm balling out, now I'm balling out
Now I'm balling out, now I'm balling out
Now I'm balling out, now I'm balling out
f*ck Waka Flocka Flame, call me Waka Flocka Flex
Now I'm balling out, now I'm balling out
Now I'm balling out, now I'm balling out
Now I'm balling out, now I'm balling out
f*ck Waka Flocka Flame, call me Waka Flocka Flex

[Verse 1]
Ice neck, wrist fist, yes, I'm balling out, b*tch
Tron, Goose, Rosé, yes, I'm drunk as f*ck, b*tch
Balling is my hobby, stunting is my role model
Getting guap is my job and Gucci is my right hand
"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 n*gga
Go ball for the carriage, n*gga
Marriage, n*gga? Not, not, not me, my n*gga
Work, work, work, my n*gga
Flex, grind on these n*ggas