Jeremih – Planes (Remix) Ft. J. Cole & August Alsina Lyrics

(Verse 1 – August Alsina)
Just touched down on the runway
All white on, no Sunday
Step out there to the haters
Got em saying Imma be rich one day
But right now is our time and we winning
Lemme pause, go back to beginning
Seen a chick so bad, with an ass so fat
Before the plane took off, I was in her
Got her in the mile high club, she remember…member
Can’t tell you her name, don’t remember…member
But she took it to the head like a winner…winner
Got her meal, I was in her
Lot on her plate, she was picking’ out
Begging a ni**a to dig her out
Now they ain’t letting’ her back on the plane
Cuz the way she was yelling’ and showing’ out
All in first class wit the champagne
Sorry lame ni**a’s but you can’t hang
Shawty say she f**king wit the campaign
Tap me on the shoulder for the bang, bang
Bang bang bang, do my damn thang
She love the way I beat it up
Say she want it all but then I try, she stayin out (damn)
Wanna know how I do it? Girl, I does this s**t
And better f**k the rumors, we above that s**t
I just wanna hit the spot, have you in love and s**t
If you coming, we can kick it
If you not dismissed

(Pre – Chorus)
I can put you in the Mile High Club, wassup?
Let’s take a trip
Have you ever read ‘The World Is Yours’
On a blimp?

(Chorus)
Get high baby roll one, cloud nine bout to go up
Loving the feeling of the turbulence girl when we turn up
When we land we can roll out
Show ya something you ain’t know about
Tonight we be taking off flight wit a camera to show out

(Verse 2 – Jeremih)
Catch me rolling thru the city
Riding wit the top off
Man my whip so big when you in it
F*** around and get lost
Told my bi**h to let her hair down
What this s**t cost?
Tell me baby if ya about that life right now
Hope it ain’t talk

(Repeat Pre Chorus)

(Bridge)
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, 30 thousand feet
On your knees in them Prada’s
Make the fr***y s**t come up out her

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – J. Cole)
Cole World, I got it, I got it, I got it, listen
You need a ni**a that’s gon come over and dig ya out
You need a ni**a that you know is not gon run his mouth
You need a ni**a when he done probably gon put ya out
You need a ni**a that’s gon put it in yo mouth
D*ck so big it’s like a foot is in yo mouth
And you ain’t baby sitting, but my kids all on yo couch
And oh, you nasty, oh oh, you nasty
Both graduated, so f**k keeping it classy
Look, they love me in the Chi like MJ
They love me in the Chi like Oprah
No n**a could block, not even Dikembe
Compared to Cole, boy, you’re softer than a sofa
And so far my new s**t’s so fire, ni**a, check my profile
Who ya know make waves in the low tide?
Deebo’ed your b**ch, now she both ours
Ni**a, lil brown liquor in my liver
Pretty brown thang in my bed
Been a long time since I had to ask for head
So gotdamn don’t make me beg
But I will if I need to cause forreal, girl, I need ya
I could put ya on a flight, we could take off tonight
If you scared of heights, sh*t I got a pill I could feed you

(Repeat Pre Chorus)

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