RC

[Chorus]

My life is a fuckin rollercoaster, shit go up and down

Shit, shit go up and down, Shit, shit go up and down

They tryna take the sound, they tryna take the crown

They tryna knock me down

Only want 100’s around

Tell me, who is you, what’s your round?

Put my foot up on the gas

Put that shit in her mouth and she gag

I just put some big racks in my bag

I might put some damn racks on your momma

Man, I promise I’m tryna be humble

[Verse]

Nowadays all I think about is commas

'Cause I can’t be concerned bout a bitch, nigga

Mmm, you sayin I switched up, I ain’t switch shit, just a rich nigga

I hop on the beat and I space in and out 'cause I gotta let it hit, nigga

Knew I was gon' find a way to make it out 'cause I’m all 'bout the sixth figure

And y’all all 'bout that wack shit, and so I gotta tax shit

And yeah, I got a busy life, I can’t be your attachment

You know I might leave the bitch super messy, come get you a napkin

We not doin no cappin, really making it happen