[Hook: Wiley]

I’m used to economy, but first class is

Top service and champagne glasses

Top service and champagne glasses

I’m used to economy, but first class is

Top service and champagne glasses

Top service and champagne glasses

[Verse 1: Lethal Bizzle]

Man I’m used to economy

F'ed up like the economy

Please don’t bother me

Man’s got no leg room and swag food and

Leave it, chick trying to holla me

Man like "wait, this shit’s criminology"

Ask for a drink, nobody acknowledge me

Man go toilet, 20 man ahead of me

This is a myth I deserve an apology

Leave it

Nowadays man can’t be asked

Any time when I travel

Man I travel first class

22 champagne fill up the glass

Man are African

But what the rass

Yeah

Overwhelmed in service

I put my "stay dench" headphones on

White people look at me like I don’t deserve this

Hood class and the first class and the upper class

And the middle class, feet are nervous

When you see me turn left on the plane door

Better know that I’m turning for a purpose

Economy got me feeling worthless

Even though that I know I get it in

But what’s the point of making money

If you never gonna spend

[Hook: Wiley]

[Verse 2: Wiley]

I'm used to economy, but first class is

Top service and champagne glasses

A lot of space to move, WiFi

Surfing on air, mind style

I came back in the game with a bang

Upgrade me and my dogs ’cause I can

Kind of service kings and queens get

The kind of service they ain’t seen yet

Oh, don’t play with Lethal & Kan

First class and economy ain’t the same

No, so different, batting long distance

Emirates flights to drive me insane

Got WiFi, I-C-E

Ain’t nobody stopping these icy freaks

And I can’t wait to show my front teeth

I wanna share 'em when I see dreams

I'm cool still on a hot flannel

I’m not trying to be a judge on the panel

But this one’s winning it

Yo I got so much sleep

5 hours a night I weren’t living it

After that flight I learned this

I just got the best service

Even though it might seem pricey

Me going first class again is likely

It’s why I'm in the seventy chilling

I’m staring at the finest women

No griming this way I’m gonna make a killing

More flying more trying, gonna an ending

Keep thrilling, these fans gonna know my name

Still living

Artists know me, I’m cool

Still giving

I tell my whole team please don’t run

‘Cause we ain’t in a hurry

Plus we’re still winning

[Hook: Wiley]

[Verse 3: Kano]

Inbetweeners, dun know Will

Call this Bow in the clunge-mobile

Smithy to my left, chopper to my right

Both out of sync like a kung fu film

Blanket on, yeah, I give her the cock pit

She says no, then I give her the drop lip

I'm a frequent diner, nigga

Like OK boss, give her the chopsticks

Look at the bar, don’t give me a hot trick

We just want some alcohol

See my nigga Steve and Ground

I want my movie Al Capone

Can’t take a nigga out the hood

Can’t take the hood out a nigga

‘Cause as soon as I would, nigga, [?]

We gonna get the keys to the Bimmer

Hair straight, body pear-shaped

Money straight so her fare's paid

Heavy black like she likes her man

Like a scene out of Airplane

W-I-F-E-Y

Make your one in indigo

Now I gotta send them letters first class

And I don’t need no envelope