Ballin Out (Mollywood) lyrics

[Intro]
Ice neck, wrist fist, yes, I'm balling out, b*tch
Tron, Goose, Rosé, yes, I'm drunk as f*ck, b*tch
Ice neck, wrist fist, yes, I'm balling out, b*tch
Tron, Goose, Rosé, yes, I'm drunk as f*ck, b*tch

It's that young n*gga movement, mane
You know how we doin' it, man
Alright, come on, man, stop bullsh*ttin', n*gga
I do this sh*t, n*gga
Flocka Robinson, n*gga, 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
f*ck 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
f*ck Waka Flocka Flame, call me Waka Flocka Flex (Damn, son, where'd you find this?)