[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 where playa hatin' killers and hood niggas thrive and lame muhfuckers 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 talk, no!
[Pre-Chorus: 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, 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 feelin' the turbulence, girl, when we turn up.
When we land, we can roll out,
Show you something 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, loud as you can
And ain't nobody gonna hear.
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 talk!
[Pre-Chorus: 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, 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 feelin' the turbulence, girl, when we turn up.
When we land, we can roll out,
Show you something you ain't know about.
Tonight we be takin' off flight with a camera to show out.
[Verse 3: 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 ya 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'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, 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!
[Pre-Chorus: 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?