High Art - The-Dream, Jay-Z

I’m tired of talkin' 'bout it, let’s do it

Girl I’m missin' you like bitches miss my music

And I swear I can’t wait to drop yah

Hit your body with that yoppa

Hit your body with that yoppa then get high

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

My niggas, my niggas, hit my man, he got that purp

My niggas, this dry ass blunt, we gon' make that work

My niggas, who got that fire, who got that fire?

My niggas, stop playin' nigga, pass that lighter

My niggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds

My niggas, half a B, we got money

My niggas, 2 Live Crew, shawty get it, get it

Too high crew, shawty hit it, hit it

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

Burnt up, burn up, burn up

Turnt up, turn up, turn up

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

My niggas, they on that lean, they on that lean

My niggas, bitch better not put that in my green

My niggas, let it blow, stop cuffin', let it go

My niggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds

My niggas, Masta P, we got money

My niggas, Two Live Crew, shawty get it, get it

My niggas, too high crew, hit it, hit it

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

Burnt up, burn up, burn up

Turnt up, turn up, turn up

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

Sky high with Ty Ty

G feezys with Jay Breezy

Casa de Campo with OG

Then I’m back home to my Bey-Bey

Police escorts at the All Star

And the Super Bowl, I don’t need a horn

Horn, beep beep, I’m too on

My niggas don’t do traffic

How ironic, all we used to do is traffic

Then it was drop me off at my girl’s house

At one o’clock, pick me back up

You know she gon' try to train a nigga

Before I step up in the club

Would’ve drove my own V

She be tryna take a nigga’s keys

She know them hoes be on a nigga

She ain’t even tryin' let nigga leave

You just wanna be around them nasty bitches, she said

Fuck them hoes, I’m just stuntin' with my niggas, he said

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

Burnt up, burn up, burn up

Turnt up, turn up, turn up

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl and I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl

Then I get high with my niggas

I make love to my girl

Then I get high with my niggas

I love her, that’s no doubt

Hit that, then smoke out

High with my niggas

I’m on her and she on me

Then we OD like OGs

I get high with my niggas

And she hold me, cause she down for it

And this shit got me paranoid

High with my niggas

My girl and that white girl

And she really on that white girl

She really on that white girl

High with my niggas