Kodak Black — 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)