Higher (feat. Styles P)

Yeah, good natured shit All I wan' do is Seclude myself in the player room Just classic music and you How I love when you come through Lovely body, nice perfume That's enlightened raise the volume Lace 70's tunes, as we get in tune To each other, love You remind me of my coup Crusin' on the high rise, makin' moves Everyday it's like the runway Cutie pie by one way Bangin' on my ragtop '68 Hydraulic fluids and thirteens, I call her roller skates I seen my baby a [?] If you don't know, you gon' learn today Changin' the expression on a nigga face Never run out Mary in here to stay lets build a grow house Grow house, yeah Yep, grow house, grow mansion Let's just build a future That sound like some cool shit Worldwide legalize Word Let's get stoned and spend some currency And blast show room from Curren$y Currently I'm floatin' off a lot of pounds Quarterback when it's touchin' down Inhale, hear the muffler sound I don't fuck around, I just puff around An eighth on the wake and bake Always spend the buck around A queen dressed in cotoure clothes Mash the gas when the door close Shoppin' when the mall close Rolex or the G-shock Before rap I had weed spots Nigga, fuck a detox Word to spitter in the jet sign If you owe me one, see me next time Gas like the Hess sign Word to [?], shit good like your money is Just a playboy that knows where his bunny is No jokes on some funny shit Legalize worldwide, the grow house is money, kid I don't wanna get arrested for smokin' Smokin' ain't never killed nobody, nigga Legalize worldwide Jet life, block life Spitter ghost You already know Light one, yeah