Verse I:
F Am
Catch me rollin’ through the city
G F
Ridin’ with the top off
F Am
Man, my whip so big when you in it
G Dm
Fuck around and get lost
F Am
Told my bitch to let her hair down
G F
What this shit costs?
F Am
Tell me, baby, if you ’bout that life right now
G Dm
I hope it ain’t talk, no
Pre-Chorus:
F Am
I can put you in the Mile High Club, what’s up?
G F
Let’s take a trip
F Am
Have you ever read “The World Is Yours”
G Dm
On a blimp?
F
Tell her be free, baby spread your wings
Am
Got your legs in the sky like a plane
G F
Let me guide that, I’m the pilot
F
Can’t nobody see you 30 thousand feet
Am
On your knees in them Prada’s
G Dm
Makin’ freaky shit come up out her
Chorus:
F Am
Get high baby roll one, cloud nine, ’bout to Go up
F G
Lovin’ the feelin’ the turbulence get when we turn up
F
When we land we can roll out
Am
Show you somethin’ you ain’t know about
G Dm
Tonight we be takin’ off flight with a camera to show out
Verse II:
F Am
I got you in the air, your body in the air
G F
How it feel up here?
F Am
You can scream as loud as you want, and loud as you can
G Dm
ain’t nobody gonna hear
F Am
Would you like it better
G F
If I hit the west coast?
F Am
Tell me, if you ’bout that life right now
G Dm
I hope it ain’t talk
Pre-Chorus:
F Am
I can put you in the Mile High Club, what’s up?
G F
Let’s take a trip
F Am
Have you ever read “The World Is Yours”
G Dm
On a blimp?
F
Tell her be free, baby spread your wings
Am
Got your legs in the sky like a plane
G F
Let me guide that, I’m the pilot
F
Can’t nobody see you 30 thousand feet
Am
On your knees in them Prada’s
G Dm
Makin’ freaky shit come up out her
Chorus:
F Am
Get high baby roll one, cloud nine, ’bout to Go up
F G
Lovin’ the feelin’ the turbulence get when we turn up
F
When we land we can roll out
Am
Show you somethin’ you ain’t know about
G Dm
Tonight we be takin’ off flight with a camera to show out
Verse III:
F Am
You need a nigga that’s gon’ come over and dig you out
G F
You need a nigga that you know is not gon’ run his mouth
F Am
You need a nigga when he done probably gon’ put you out
G Dm
You need a nigga that’s gon’ put it in your mouth
F Am
Dick so big it’s like a foot is in yo’ mouth
G F
And y’ain’t babysitting, but my kids all on yo’ couch
F Am
And oh, you nasty, oh, oh, you nasty
G Dm
Both graduated so fuck keepin’ it classy
F Am
Look, they love me in the Chi like MJ
G
They love me in the Chi like Oprah
F
No nigga could block, not even Dikembe
F
Compared to Cole, boy, you’re softer than a sofa
Am
And so far my new shit’s so fire, nigga, check my profile
G
Who you know make waves in a low tide?
Dm
Deebo’ed yo’ bitch, now she both ours
F Am
Nigga, little brown liquor in my liver
Pretty brown thang in my bed
G
Been a long time since I had to ask for head
F
So god damn don’t make me beg
F Am
But I will if I need to cause for real, girl, I need you
G
I could put you on a flight, we could take off tonight
Dm
If you scared of heights, shit I got a pill I could feed you
F Am
I can put you in the Mile High Club, what’s up?
G F
Let’s take a trip
F Am
Have you ever read “The World Is Yours”
G Dm
On a blimp?
