Uh, baby, you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline
I'm tryna get beside you like the number nine, 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 nigga, do you smoke weed?
Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees
Gettin' lifted, I quit but shit, I might get high with you
It's 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 vibes like you threw something to me
So I threw 'em back, now all my niggas hollerin, "Who was that?
Oh boy, she bad, nigga, 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?
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?
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 tryna 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 them 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

I hit it in the morning, yeah?
Can I hit it in the morning, yeah?
Can I hit it in the morning, yeah?
The sun rising while you moanin'

Baby, can I hit it in the morning, ah?
Can I hit it in the morning, yeah?
Can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moanin'

Hey, God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the woman that can hold Patron
God bless her 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 wear
Therefore, you shouldnt judge a nigga 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'
Cook a nigga breakfast after sex is like a reward
Then I go my way, you think about me all day, that's just a warning

And can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moanin'

Can I hit it in the morning?
Can I hit it in the morning?
Ayy, can I hit it in the morning?
The sun rising while you moanin' (yeah)

Copyright: Missing Link Music
Writer(s): Aubrey Graham, Jermaine Cole, Leslie Merceron, Writers Unknown, Xavier Smith