Catch Flight

[Intro]

Jay-Jay R

Ha, for real

This gon' blow AD

Sniper (Uh-huh)

Let's get it

Lil Kodak in the Kodak flights

Turn up, turn up

Check

[Chorus]

I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)

I used to sell rocks, now I'm rocking Mic's (I'm on that rich shit)

I'ma show you what a boss​ look like (I'm on that rich shit)

Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em on sight (I'm on that rich shit)

I was living wrong, got my money right (I'm on that rich shit)

I hustled all day, hustled all night (I'm on that rich shit)

Told me life is a gamble,​​​ but I was shooting dice (I'm on that rich shit)

And I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (Now I'm on that rich shit)

[Verse 1]

They say my flow mean, dress code nice

I'll pull up in a Jag', used to steal bikes

Black nigga, not a racist, I was selling white

I had to stay down, now, my car sitting high

I was bussin' licks, putting hits, totin' heat

Jumped in head first, I was in deep​​​

Pockets full of rocks, not a kid, rocked the beat

Shoot the streets

I can't let them crackers down me

AD put me on my feet, said my time here

Audemar wrap my wrist, yeah my time clear

And I don't see you hating niggas, I be going blind

I'm on my first class shit, I be so fly

[Chorus]

I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)

I used to sell rocks, now I'm rocking Mic's (I'm on that rich shit)

I'ma show you what a boss​ look like (I'm on that rich shit)

Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em on sight (I'm on that rich shit)

I was living wrong, got my money right (I'm on that rich shit)

I hustled all day, hustled all night (I'm on that rich shit)

Told me life is a gamble,​​​ but I was shooting dice (I'm on that rich shit)

And I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (Now I'm on that rich shit)

[Verse 2]

I'm picking up checks, I don't fall in love (No It ain't)

I don't catch feelings, I just catch a nut

I was dead broke nigga, now I live it up

Took off in a private jet and landed on the plug

Keep designer on my body, I'm a auto-pilot

I'm a sniper

Run up on me, don't you think about it

I just poured up a four, sipping dirty Fanta

I was catching the city bus now I'm in a Phantom

I was popping down rocks, giving licks to Santa (Skrrt)

Project baby, shitting on a nigga, where my pamper?

Cake like my birthday, blow it like a candle (Let's go)

Got this shit under control, I'm 'bout to flip the channel

[Chorus]

I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)

I used to sell rocks, now I'm rocking Mic's (I'm on that rich shit)

I'ma show you what a boss​ look like (I'm on that rich shit)

Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em on sight (I'm on that rich shit)

I was living wrong, got my money right (I'm on that rich shit)

I hustled all day, hustled all night (I'm on that rich shit)

Told me life is a gamble,​​​ but I was shooting dice (I'm on that rich shit)

And I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (Now I'm on that rich shit)