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)