Artist: Jeremih f/ J. Cole Album: Late Nights Song: Planes Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro] This one goes out to all sides worldwide Let that playa ass nigga Thumpy be your guide As we go on a ride where playa hatin' killers and hood niggas thrive And lame mu'fuckers can barely survive [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 all, no [Interlude: 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? [Chorus: Jeremih] Tell her be free, baby spread your wings, got your legs in the sky like a plane Let me guide that, I'm the pilot Can't nobody see you thirty 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 feelin' of the turbulence get 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 [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, ain't nobody gonna hear it Would you like it better, if I hit the west coast? Tell me, if you 'bout that life right now, I hope it ain't tall [Interlude] + [Chorus] [J. Cole] Cole World.. I got it, I got it, I got it, listen You need a nigga that's gon' 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 ye ain't babysittin', 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'd 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 goddamn 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 [Interlude]