Hi Grade

[Intro]
Woah, girl, I miss you
Oh, girl, I miss you
Woah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I ain't lookin' for no rich girl
I got my money up
So which girl, am I gon' set it off on?
Picture makin' love and I ain't even know your name
Yeah
I switch girls when I've had enough
Oh, this girl is all I'm thinkin' of
Baby, you ain't even gotta stand up in the rain, yeah

[Chorus]
So if you coming to my place
Baby, we can smoke up the high grade
Them kinda weed make you feel like
Really making love 'til you feel right
Why don't you come over my place?
Baby, we can smoke up the high grade
Them kinda herbs make you feel like
Really make you love 'til you feel right

[Interlude]
Woah, girl, I miss you
Oh, girl, I miss you
Woah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I ain't lookin' for no swift girl; want my money now
A rough man, they trip and fall in love but
Baby, when we banter you know that it's just a game
Yeah
Young, fresh and clean
Ain't got no ring or no proposals, it's a pocket full of roses for ya
Sunset, the sea
You better liven up yourself and free

[Chorus]
If you're coming to my place
Baby, we can smoke up til high grade
Them kinda herb make you feel like
Really make you love 'til you feel right
Oh
My place
Baby, we been smokin' the high grade
Them kinda herb make you feel like
Really make you love 'til you feel right

[Outro]
Woah, girl, I miss you
Oh, girl, I miss you
Woah, yeah