Catch Flight

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 I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit) I used to sell rocks, now I rock mics (now 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 (now I'm on that rich shit) I was livin' wrong, got my money right (now 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 shootin' dice (I'm on that rich shit) And I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (now I'm on that rich shit) They say my flow mean, dress code nice And now I'll pull up in a Jag', used to steal bikes Black nigga, not a racist, I was sellin' white I had to stay down, now, my car sittin' high I was bussin' licks, puttin' 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 hatin' niggas, I be goin' blind I'm on my first class shit, I be so fly I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit) I used to sell rocks, now I rock mics (now 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 (now I'm on that rich shit) I was livin' wrong, got my money right (now 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 shootin' dice (I'm on that rich shit) And I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (now I'm on that rich shit) I'm pickin' up cheques, 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, sippin' dirty Fanta I was catchin' the city bus, now I'm in a Phantom I was poppin' down rocks, givin' licks to Santa (skrrt) Project baby, shittin' on a nigga, where my pamper? Cake like my birthday, blow it like a candle Got this shit under control, about to flip the channel I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit) I used to sell rocks, now I rock mics (now 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 (now I'm on that rich shit) I was livin' wrong, got my money right (now 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 shootin' dice (I'm on that rich shit) And I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (now I'm on that rich shit) Now I'm on my rich shit Now I'm on my rich shit Now I'm on my rich shit Now I'm on my rich shit