[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 muh'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 cost?

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

Hope it ain't talk, no

[Refrain: Jeremih]

I could 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?

[Pre-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, 30,000 feet on your knees in them Pradas

Makin' freaky shit come up out her

[Chorus: Jeremih]

Get high, baby, roll one

Cloud nine 'bout to go up

Lovin' the feelin' the turbulence get when we turn up

When we land, we can roll out

Show you somethin' you ain't know 'bout

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

Ain't nobody gonna hear

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 talk

[Refrain: Jeremih]

I could 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?

[Pre-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, 30,000 feet on your knees in them Pradas

Makin' freaky shit come up out her

[Chorus: Jeremih & J. Cole]

Get high, baby, roll one

Cloud nine 'bout to go up

Lovin' the feelin' the turbulence get when we turn up

When we land we can roll out

Show you somethin' you ain't know 'bout (Cole World)

Tonight, we be takin' off flight with a camera to show out (I got it, I got it, I got it, listen)

[Verse 3: J. Cole]

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 you ain't babysittin' but my kids all on your 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 the low tide?

Deebo'ed yo' bitch, now she both ours

Nigga, little brown liquor in my liver

Pretty brown thing 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!

[Refrain: Jeremih]

I could 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?