Baby you summertime fine,
I’ll let you get on top, I’ll be the underline
I’m tryna get beside you like the number 9, dime
You fine as hell
I guess I met you for a reason only time could tell, but well
I’m wondering what type of shit you on
Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman?
Would you drink with a nigga, do you smoke weed?
Don’t be ashamed, it ain’t no thang, I used to blow trees
Getting lifted
I quit the shit, I might get high with you
It’s only fitting ‘cause I’m looking super fly with you