The Morning

I'm fucking gone right now

I'm fucking gone right now

"Listen, listen"

From the morning to the evening

Complaints from the tenants

Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant

Drinking Alizé with our cereal for breakfast

Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to seven

Sky's getting cold, we're flying from the north

Rockin' with our city like a sold out show

House full of pros that specialize in the ho'in'

Make that money rain as they taking off they clothes

Order plane tickets

Cali is the mission

Visit every month like I'm split life living

Let the world listen

If a hater's caught slipping

Then my niggas stay tight

Got my back like Pippen

Fast life gripping

Yeah, we still tippin'

Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid

Fakes try to mimic

Get girls timid

But behind closed doors they get poles so rigid[Chorus]

All that money, the money is the motive

All that money, the money is the motive

All that money, the money she be folding

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work

Girl, put in work

Push it to the limit

Push it through the pain

I push it for the pleasure like a virgin to the game

A virgin to that money

A virgin to the fame

So this my only chance

And when I'm over only pray

That I flow from the bottom

Closer to the top

The higher that I climb

The harder I'ma drop

These pussy ass niggas tryna hold on to their credit

So I tell them use a debit

Watch they image start to lessen

I warn them like discretion

Why these niggas testing?

Always fucking testing

Why these niggas testing?

Shit that I got them on straight bar hopping

To the music of the ambiance

Get shit popping

Zombies of the night (Zombies of the night)

Niggas ain't talking if they hyping to the crew

Get it in like pockets

Downtown loving

When the moon coming

Only place to find bassheads and hot women[Chorus]

All that money, the money is the motive

All that money, the money is the motive

All that money, the money she be folding

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work

Girl, put in work

Better slow down

She'll feel it in the morning

Ain't the kind of girl you'll be seeing in the morning

Too damn raw, ain't no nigga with her rollin'

Ain't no nigga that she holding

Man, her love is too damn foreign

Look at all that money

The money is the motive (The money is the motive)

All that money

The money she be folding (The money she be folding)

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work

All that money, the money is the motive

All that money, the money is the motive

All that money, the money she be folding

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work

Girl, put in work