In The Morning (feat. Drake)

Baby you summertime fine

I let you get on top, I be the underline

I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime

You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a reason,

Only time can tell

But well, I'm wondering what type of shit you wantin'

Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman

Would you drink with a n-gga, do you smoke weed

Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees

Gettin lifted, I quit but sh-t, I might get high with you

Its only fitting cause I'm looking super fly with you

A flower, you are powerful, you do something to me

Cause girl I caught the vibe

Like you threw something to me

So I threw em back

Now all my n-ggas hollerin, who was that

Oh boy, she bad n-gga, what you bout do with that

I'm finna take you home, just sip a little patron

Now we zonin', baby you so fine

And can I hit it in the morning

And can I hit it in the morning

And can I hit it in the morning

The sun rising while you moanin'

And can I hit it in the morning

And can I hit it in the morning

And can I hit it in the morning

The sun rising while you moanin'

Uh, baby you winter time cold

The night is still young, drink that dinner wine slow

I'm trying to make the goose bumps on your inner thigh show

I'll let you beat me there as far as finish lines go

Yeah, and if you gotta leave for work

I'll be right here in the same bed that you left me in

I love thick women cause my aunt, she rode equestrian

I used to go to the stables and get those kids to bet me

And I would always ride the stallions whenever she let me

I'm joking, I mean that thing is poking

I mean you kinda like that girl that's in the US Open

I mean I got this hidden agenda that you provoking

I got bath water that you can soak in

Things I could do with lotion

Don't need a towel, we could dry off in the covers

And when you think you like it, I promise you gon' love it

Yeah, when lights coming through the drapes

And we both yawning

I roll over and ask if

And can I hit it in the morning

And can I hit it in the morning

And can I hit it in the morning

The sun rising while you moanin'

And can I hit it in the morning

And can I hit it in the morning

And can I hit it in the morning

The sun rising while you moanin'

Hey, hey, God Bless the child that can hold his own

God Bless the woman that can hold patron

God Bless the homegirl that drove us home

No strings attached, like a cordless phone

You see my intentions with you is clear

I'm learning not to judge a woman

By the shit that she wears

Therefore, you shouldnt judge a n-gga off of the shit that you hear

Get all defensive, apprehensive, all because my career

To be fair, I know we barely know each other and yeah

Somehow I wound up in your bed

So where we headin from here

Just say you're scared if you're scared

But if you through frontin' we can do somethin

And you know just what I'm talking about

Tomorrow you'll be calling out

Cause tonight we getting right into the wee morn'

Cooking n-gga breakfast after sex is like a reward

Then I go my way and you think about me all day

That's just a warning