Flying Coach Migos

[Intro: Quavo]
I can’t love her, ‘cause she like a ghost
That bitch 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 bitch) yeah she do the most
I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty bitch) now she ghost
Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty bitch) jumped up out the porch
We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty bitch) yeah you flying coach

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I got so many decisions (for real), 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 bitches in the kitchen dancing
Then they gone for a month
Then go to trapping all the way in Kansas
Nigga never rode a transit
Hit the pot, like a canvas
Feeling like Jamie Foxx, ‘cause I’m in love with a bitch named Fancy
This game is dirty like a fucking Banshee
When I started getting money, now you can’t stand me (Fuck ya)
I almost lost my life, one night in Miami
I go back to Miami, drinking out the hammock