BALLER RINA

Ballerina You must've seen her Dancing in the sand Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Up on the tip of my toes I think I'm higher than most Sayin you gang but hangin wit hoes That ain't the code You gotta go All of my exes they never did better than me cause ain't a bitch better than me I needa slow up on running the streets But money keep calling so I never sleep Yeah Out on the road It's 3 in morning from Cali to zona Yeah Say that she know me I never seen her Her nigga must want me Yeah Tryna retire before I hit 40 I gotta be rich with the homies Bentleys and Rollie's The team gone be matching in royces With jewelry that's been imported I knew the life that I wanted Since I was younging I knew that I had to hustle They Can't tell me nothing It's me or them niggas So f*ck it, a shootout in public Spend money to make it Yeah Everything Part of the come up Ballerina You must've seen her Dancing in the sand Hold me closer, tiny dancer Tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Be lying if I said I love him Cause I don't feel nothing I just been thugging Yeah Talk about who I use to be But who I use to be never suited me And that's honest to god Better off alone Been on the rise Been in the zone Ten toes, yeah they been on the floor Boy George, I ain't fucking with hoes Choose wise Cause I won't forget it, I'll always remember how they did a nigga Forgiveness ain't in me, do I look like Jesus Said that it's f*ck you, Just know that I mean it Ice in that bitch got me freezing anemic Blessings on blessings but I ain't been sneezing Hot every season like it's Costa Rica And I'm steady balling like I'm Derick Jeter I knew the life that I wanted Since I was younging I knew that I had to hustle They aint tell me nothing It's me or them niggas So f*ck it, a shootout in public Spend money to make it Yeah Everything Part of the come up Ballerina You must've seen her Dancing in the sand Hold me closer, tiny dancer Tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway