Higher - Curren$y, Styles P

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' out my ragtop '68

Hydraulic fluids and thirteens, I call her roller skates

I seen my baby a grinder, a rollin' tray

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