Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame – Ballin Out
Text:
They gon they hard, I’m a say I’m harder
They gon say they grind, I’m a grind smarter
They gon say they shining but the lights is on me
Only three things:
SHiNiNGG!
FlEXX!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Fuck waka flocka flame, call me waka flocka flex!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Fuck waka flocka flame, call me waka flocka flex!
Verse 1:
Ice neck, wrist fits
Yes I’m ballin out bitch
Tron, goose, rose, yes I’m drunk as fuck bitch
Ballin is my hobby
Stunting is my role model
Getting gwap is my job &
Gucci is my right hand
Waka flock flame, you my favorite rapper bruh
Juke & cap like ya bruh?
Count stacks like ya bruh?
Dress so icey like ya bruh?
Can I FlEXX, SHiNEE, can I RiDEE like ya bruh?
You can do it shawty, you can do it shawty!
Grind hard, work hard, think smarter than the average nigga
Go hard from the carriage nigga
Marriage nigga?
Not, not, not me my nigga
Work, work, work my nigga
Flex! grind on these niggas!
Chorus:
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Fuck waka flocka flame, call me waka flocka flex!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Fuck waka flocka flame, call me waka flocka flex!
Verse 2:
In the trap w/ the yolk
Got the wrap & the choke
I love weed smoke shawty so please let me smoke
Every rhyme my nigga, WROTE iT!
I don’t need no ghost writer
This that FlEX, this that SHiNEE, this that ball out music!
We the first… team?
BG, frenchie, SG, young juice, smoke boy, whoo the kid, power four, waka flocka, sending, sending gucci mane
Have time? I’m a flex
We at a full court press
So you know we got blocks
Love to shoot
Love to shoot
Like my name was flocka
Call me 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…
Now I’m ballin out
Fl0CKA I’m BAlliN!
Chorus:
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Fuck waka flocka flame, call me waka flocka flex!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Na I’m ballin out!
Fuck waka flocka flame, call me waka flocka flex!
