Takeoff - Flying Coach lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] I can't love her, ‘cause she like a ghost That b**h that do the most She like ... ghost I can't love her, ‘cause she do the most Oh! [Hook: Quavo] I can't love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty b**h) yeah she do the most I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty b**h) now she ghost Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty b**h) jumped up out the porch We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty b**h) yeah you flying coach [Verse 1: Quavo] I got so many decisions, ravens fly with the pigeons I beat the pot, while you be the witness, try me – we don't aim at kidneys I throw back a perc' to call my tensions; we pipe it up in the city I got your hoe in my DM's; I got your hoe at my mentions The plug, he live in my mansion He got b**hes in the kitchen dancing Then they gone for a month Then go to trapping all the way in Kansas n***a never rode a transit Hit the pot, like a canvas Feeling like Jamie Foxx, ‘cause I'm in love with a b**h named Fancy This game is dirty like a f**ing Banshee When I started getting money, now you can't stand me I almost lost my life, one night in Miami I go back to Miami, drinking out the hammock [Hook: Quavo] I can't love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty b**h) yeah she do the most I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty b**h) now she ghost Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty b**h) jumped up out the porch We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty b**h) yeah you flying coach [Verse 2: Takeoff] I cannot love her, that b**h do the most Want to slam my door, what you mad at me for? Mad ‘cause I didn't let you come to my show But you calling my phone, standing at my front door Is you mad ‘cause I didn't take you serious, hoe? Comedian b**h, you delirious, hoe k** yourself, jump off the building I walk in the kitchen, grab the knife, and go slit your throat I don't do favors; you know that's a no f**ed them up on the dab, going up on the show Kicking a door, when the bando get slow F-f-f-f** up the pot, they want more These b**hes f**ing for (zero) These b**hes give it up I guess you want lust for the trust I'm like a squirrel; I just want me a nut Take the pot and I give it an uppercut Most of these n***as be dick riding nowadays Tell these n***as to wrap it up Like an octopus, I'm getting money in eight ways Young Takeoff, my stack is up Since I remember, two years ago made ‘em say bando Now they say pipe it up Remember they talked down and doubted us Now when I walk the Earth, I make the street erupt [Hook: Quavo] I can't love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty b**h) yeah she do the most I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty b**h) now she ghost Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty b**h) jumped up out the porch We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty b**h) yeah you flying coach [Verse 3: Offset] I can't be loving this hoe This b**h like the green light; this b**h like to go I gave her the Beamer; I gave her the Rolls But this little b**h still gon' creep on her toes I see the moves, so I watch how I move She f**ing n***as; she tryna' to be cool She broke as a b**h; she got nothing to lose Giving it up just to put on some Loub's How can I lie, bet that thing like a pool All of these b**hes be loving the crew Ain't no one on one we f** by the two YRN fashion, I'm dabbing on you You mad at me now, so I'm laughing at you You something to do; you get hit in a room Mama told me not to jump over broom They hungry for money, they tryna' get grooms I like this b**h; she got an attitude I think that I like the b**h, but I can't wife the b**h I'm in a Lambo, look what racks do Whipping up crack; I can make a deuce Bringing it back, make a brick turn to two Bringing it back, make a brick turn to two! [Hook: Quavo] I can't love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty b**h) yeah she do the most I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty b**h) now she ghost Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty b**h) jumped up out the porch We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty b**h) yeah you flying coach