High Art lyrics

[Intro: The-Dream]
I'm tired of talkin' 'bout it, let's do it
Girl I'm missin' you like b*tches 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

[Chorus: The-Dream]
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas

[Verse 1: The-Dream]
My n*ggas, my n*ggas, hit my man, he got that purp
My n*ggas, this dry ass blunt, we gon' make that work
My n*ggas, who got that fire, who got that fire?
My n*ggas, stop playin' n*gga, pass that lighter
My n*ggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds
My n*ggas, half a B, we got money
My n*ggas, 2 Live Crew, shawty get it, get it
Too high crew, shawty hit it, hit it

[Chorus: The-Dream]
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
Burnt up, burn up, burn up
Turnt up, turn up, turn up
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl and I get high with my n*ggas
[Verse 2: The-Dream]
My n*ggas, they on that lean, they on that lean
My n*ggas, b*tch better not put that in my green
My n*ggas, let it blow, stop cuffin', let it go
My n*ggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds
My n*ggas, Masta P, we got money
My n*ggas, Two Live Crew, shawty get it, get it
My n*ggas, too high crew, hit it, hit it

[Chorus: The-Dream]
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
Burnt up, burn up, burn up
Turnt up, turn up, turn up
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl and I get high with my n*ggas

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
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 n*ggas 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 n*gga
Before I step up in the club
Would've drove my own V
She be tryna take a n*gga's keys
She know them hoes be on a n*gga
She ain't even tryin' let n*gga leave
You just wanna be around them nasty b*tches, she said
f*ck them hoes, I'm just stuntin' with my n*ggas, he said
[Chorus: The-Dream]
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
Burnt up, burn up, burn up
Turnt up, turn up, turn up
I make love to my girl, then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl and I get high with my n*ggas

[Outro: The-Dream]
I make love to my girl
Then I get high with my n*ggas
I make love to my girl
Then I get high with my n*ggas
I love her, that's no doubt
Hit that, then smoke out
High with my n*ggas
I'm on her and she on me
Then we OD like OGs
I get high with my n*ggas
And she hold me, cause she down for it
And this sh*t got me paranoid
High with my n*ggas
My girl and that white girl
And she really on that white girl
She really on that white girl
High with my n*ggas