Jeremih - Planes, аккорды

CAPO on 1st Fret

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?