Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roller Coaster, artist - Fly Union. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roller Coaster |
| I’m on the roller coaster ride of a lifetime |
| Now I understand why my cousin gets so high |
| But I be like so fly, so we seeing eye to eye |
| They just want this kind of guy |
| Home girl said he kind of nice |
| But he kind of rude with it, cool with it |
| If it ain’t about money, I’m through with it |
| Back to the streets, got tools with 'em |
| Boys in blue, like who with 'em |
| I ain’t about nothing but blue denim |
| New linen, cool whips |
| High feeling, high rise |
| New tenant, lieutenant |
| Live fly or die trying, that’s my motto |
| So I put the pedal to the metal, full throttle |
| Know I’m too cool |
| Papa didn’t raise no fool |
| Know I stay clean |
| Like the first day of school |
| Now I’m sitting at the crib |
| Trying to make a mil |
| Ain’t no half stepping man |
| This is how I feel |
| Money ain’t the problem man |
| That’s why they all hate me |
| Especially when |
| I ain’t paid for nothing lately |
| And I just gotta get away |
| I need a permanent vacay |
| Just think, what if you could just blink |
| Yourself away |
| Then I’d be on somebody’s beach |
| Lemonade in the shade |
| There’s more to life than getting paid |
| That’s easy for you to say |
| Only thing certain |
| Death, taxes and trouble |
| And girls these days |
| Equivalent to trouble |
| My producers pump bass |
| They get caught, we all in trouble |
| But we just turn up the bass |
| And tell them turn down the treble |
| I’m gripping wood grain |
| Reflection of candy paint |
| I’m turning up that bank |
| For them dame switching lanes |
| My mama so ashamed |
| She don’t understand my aim, but |
| This one ain’t for you |
| I’m trying to take away my anguish |
| The pain inside |
| Is eating me alive |
| My sheets wet from sweating |
| From them dreams I reckon |
| I’m just racking my brain |
| Trying to bring about some change |
| Selling dirty product |
| And drinking away my pain |
| Money in the bank |
| Never catch me in the drive |
| You know what I’m about |
| That pause button don’t count |
| On and on I go |
| Never hesitate, I go |
| While you worry about the women |
| I’m all about my dough |
| Ain’t nothing gold chains |
| Cash dollar is the name |
| She want to see the flashing lights |
| So I pull out the chain |
| Polo on my body |
| Nothing to it, it’s a hobby |
| Just face it |
| You copy and paste it |
| I’m in the low post |
| Hakeem Olajuwon |
| Kareem Abdul-Jabaar |
| You can’t tell me I don’t ball |
| So if Duck buy out the bar |
| Well that’s only cause we can |
| You drinking free |
| And you still hating on us, dang |
| Ladies show love |
| And I flash money back |
| But how you get us, how you keep us |
| So she don’t see none of that, nahh |
| I never change |
| I’m never staying the same |
| The more things change |
| The more they staying the same |
| I been getting money, it’s just |
| More of the same |
| That’s why ain’t nothing changed |
| Only cash we obtain |
| Give me the fortune and the fame |
| I ain’t cred that artist work for you |
| Not to know my name, I’m just saying |