Jeremih Ft. J. Cole - Planes (Lyrics)

[Intro] This one goes out to all sides world wide

Let that play ass nigga thumpy be your guide

As we go on a ride with playa hatin’ killers and hood niggas thrive

And lame mah’fuckers can barely survive

[Verse 1: Jeremih] Catch me rollin’ through the city

Ridin’ with the top off

Man, my whip so big when you in it

Fuck around and get lost

Told my bitch to let her hair down

What this shit costs?

Tell me, baby, if you ’bout that life right now

I hope it ain’t tall

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih] I can put you in the Mile High Club, what’s up?

Let’s take a trip

Have you ever read “The World Is Yours”

On a blimp?

[Hook: Jeremih] Tell her be free, baby, spread your wings

Got your legs in the sky like a plane

Let me guard that, I’m the pilot

Can’t nobody see you 30 thousand feet

On your knees in them Prada’s

Makin’ freaky shit come up out her

Get high baby roll one, cloud nine, ’bout to go up

Lovin’ the feel of the turbulence, girl, when we turn up

When we land we can roll out

Show you somethin’ you ain’t know about

Tonight we be takin’ off flight with a camera to show out

[Verse 2: Jeremih] I got you in the air, your body in the air

How it feel up here?

You can scream as loud as you want, and loud as you can

And ain’t nobody gonna hear it

Would you like it better

If I hit the west coast?

Tell me, baby, if you ’bout that life right now

I hope it ain’t tall

[Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 3: J. Cole] Cole World, I got it, I got it, I got it, listen

You need a nigga that’s gonna come over and dig you out

You need a nigga that you know is not gon’ run his mouth

You need a nigga when he done probably gon’ put you out

You need a nigga that’s gon’ put it in your mouth

Dick so big it’s like a foot is in yo’ mouth

And you ain’t babysitting, but my kids all on yo’ couch

And oh, you nasty, oh, oh, you nasty

Both graduated so fuck keepin’ it classy

Look, they love me in the Chi like MJ

They love me in the Chi like Oprah

No nigga could block, not even Dikembe

Compared to Cole, boy, you’re softer than a sofa

And so far my new shit’s so fire, nigga, check my profile

Who you know make waves in a low tide?

Deebo’ed yo’ bitch, now she both ours

Nigga, little brown liquor in my liver

Pretty brown thang in my bed

Been a long time since I had to ask for head

So god damn don’t make me beg

But I will if I need to cause for real, girl, I need you

I could put you on a flight, we could take off tonight

If you scared of heights, shit I got a pill I could feed you

Cole

[Pre-Hook]