Flying Coach lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
I can’t love her, ‘cause she like a ghost
That b*tch that do the most
She like ... ghost
I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most
Oh!

[Chorus: Quavo]
I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty b*tch) yeah she do the most
I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty b*tch) now she ghost
Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty b*tch) jumped up out the porch
We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty b*tch) 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*tches in the kitchen dancing
Then they gone for a month
Then go to trapping all the way in Kansas
n*gga never rode a transit
Hit the pot, like a canvas
Feeling like Jamie Foxx, ‘cause I’m in love with a b*tch named Fancy
This game is dirty like a f*cking 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
[Chorus: Quavo]
I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty b*tch) yeah she do the most
I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty b*tch) now she ghost
Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty b*tch) jumped up out the porch
We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty b*tch) yeah you flying coach


[Verse 2: Takeoff]
I cannot love her, that b*tch 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*tch, you delirious, hoe
Kill 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*cked them up on the dab, going up on the show
Kicking a door, when the bando get slow
F-f-f-f*ck up the pot, they want more
These b*tches f*cking for (zero)
These b*tches 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*ggas be di*k riding nowadays
Tell these n*ggas 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
[Chorus: Quavo]
I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty b*tch) yeah she do the most
I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty b*tch) now she ghost
Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty b*tch) jumped up out the porch
We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty b*tch) yeah you flying coach

[Verse 3: Offset]
I can’t be loving this hoe
This b*tch like the green light; this b*tch like to go
I gave her the Beamer; I gave her the Rolls
But this little b*tch still gon’ creep on her toes
I see the moves, so I watch how I move
She f*cking n*ggas; she tryna’ to be cool
She broke as a b*tch; 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*tches be loving the crew
Ain’t no one on one we f*ck 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*tch; she got an attitude
I think that I like the b*tch, but I can’t wife the b*tch
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!
[Chorus: Quavo]
I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty b*tch) yeah she do the most
I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty b*tch) now she ghost
Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty b*tch) jumped up out the porch
We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty b*tch) yeah you flying coach