Planes (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Jeremih

1: August Alsina) 

Just touched down on the runway 

All white on, no Sunday 

Step out there to the haters 

Got em' sayin "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) 

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Had an airplane meal, that was dinner 

Lot on her plate, she was pickin' out 

Begging a nigga to dick her out 

Now they ain't lettin' her back on the plane 

Cuz the way she was yellin' and showin' out 

All in first class wit the champagne 

Sorry lame niggas but you can't hang 

Shawty say she fucking 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 shit 

And better fuck the rumors, we above that shit 

I just wanna hit the spot, have you in love and shit 

If you coming, we can kick it 

If you not dismissed 

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(Pre-) 

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? 

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

Lovin' the feelin' of the turbulence girl when we turn up 

When we land we can roll out 

Show ya somethin' you ain't know about 

Tonight we be takin' off flight wit a camera to show out 

(2: Jeremih) 

Catch me rolling thru' the city 

Riding wit 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 cost? 

Tell me baby if ya about that life right now 

Hope it ain't talk 

(Pre-) 

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 freaky shit come up out her 

(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 ya out 

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

You need a nigga when he done probably gon put ya out 

You need a nigga that's gon put it in yo mouth 

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

And you 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 ya know make waves in the low tide? 

Deebo'ed your bitch, now she both ours 

Nigga, 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, shit I got a pill I could feed you