[Intro]
Yeah, Fatt, Yeah

[Chorus: FattMack]
Flying first class and I know they mad when my girl mad
I go buy a bag and I all count her up a hundred racks
I got power I can get a soul snatch
I get richer after everyday pay I don′t trust 'em
I know he a fake ass n***a
Play with Kenny you a laced ass n***a
I′ma shoot it at your face for that n***a
She let me in not my bad way
And I been trying not to flash on a n***a
I get mad drop a bag on a n***a
Keep it thundering I'm mad go on the kills
You gon' fuck ′round the past plant with a n***a
They get on your ass in the middle
She told me she get sad when
I′m missing I'ma do my little dance when I′m in it

[Verse: FattMack]
I got more money than n***as you texting on your phone
It'll makе me feel way better about mysеlf on the day you go
Bro god I ain′t so do I but you call an unkill say you come
Have it chill run down my spine
I clutch my nine when something wrong
You know I love different
My bro know I trust him with my life
I do my drugs well I don't n***as way know my demise
That′s why I show I'm different
You see nothing but pain up in my eyes
I lost the love in 'em
I put her up with 50 racks
She asked if I′m a drug dealer
I buy you a Chanel purse
For to hold my gen l done snuck my gun in here
I shoot at to mobile I hate this shit But I lowkey love it here
I can go tell the world I hate this bitch I′m still in love with her
I'm really rich as Fuck I wreck this bitch I buy another one
I′m put TMK on my next chain and buy my brother one
I got diamonds in my mouth this shit feel strange
I really come from nothing
I'm going everywhere with my gang
I ain′t going for nothing
I been on the road but we still stand tough
[Verse: Lil Poppa]
What if I hit the bag if I sit and wait
I'ma do the dash in some fat
Tell her grab the whip baby I′m in touch
Put her here to pill Sprite Mab and hella fat
Fuck around the pot 10 I just popped in
Sorry I don't need no rack
Young and locked in if you wanna win
Show you how to deal with no education
I hope that back then
On the highest floor in the elevator
I remember back when the n***a ain't had no paper
But it get great a bunch of free age them n***as
Got tired of waiting and they switch teams and trade
My life was crazy, but granular get your baby
Young and finally made it
No time wait for no man, you gon′ wind it
You gon′ go and grind
Better go and find your plan
N***as ain't been doin′ no plan
Don't take this rapping shit for granted
Kill a fan to protect the brand
First class, I can't wait to land
I′m high as God
I know he hear me praying
[Chorus: FattMack]
Flying first class, now I know they mad when my girl mad
I go buy a bag and I always count her up a hundred racks
I got power, I can get a soul snatch
I get rich after everyday pay
I don't trust ′em, I know he a fake ass n***a
Play with kenny you a laced ass n***a
I'ma shoot it at your face for that n***a
She left me and not my bad way
And I been trying not to flash on the n***a
I get mad, drop a bag on the n***a
Keep it third around, I'm mad, go on the pills
You gon′ fall around and pass, plant with a n***a
They get on your ass in a minute
She told me she get sad when I′m missing
I'ma do my little dance when I′m in it