Can I hit it in the morning?

Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline.
Im 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 aint no thing,
I used to blow trees, gettin lifted.
I quit but shit, I might get high with you.
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?

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.