The Morning

I'm fucking gone right now
 I'm fucking gone right now
 Listen, listen
 From the mornin' to the evenin'
 Complaints from the tenants
 Got the walls kickin' like they six months pregnant
 Drinkin' Alizé with our cereal for breakfast
 Girls callin' cabs at dawn quarter to seven
 Sky's gettin' cold, we're flyin' 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 takin' off they clothes
 Order plane tickets, Cali is the mission
 Visit every month like I'm split life livin'
 Let the world listen
 If a hater's caught slippin'
 Then my niggas stay tight
 Got my back like Pippen
 Fast life grippin'
 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
 All that money, the money is the motive
 All that money, the money is the motive
 All that money, the money she be foldin'
 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 testin'?
 Always fuckin' testin'
 Why these niggas testin'?
 Shit that I got them on straight bar hoppin'
 To the music of the ambiance, get shit poppin'
 Zombies of the night (zombies of the night)
 Niggas ain't talkin'
 If they hypin' to the crew, get it in like pockets
 Downtown lovin', when the moon comin'
 Only place to find baseheads and hot women
 All that money, the money is the motive
 All that money, the money is the motive
 All that money, the money she be foldin'
 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 mornin'
 Ain't the kind of girl you'll be seein' in the mornin'
 Too damn raw, ain't no nigga with her rollin'
 Ain't no nigga that she holdin'
 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 foldin' (the money she be foldin')
 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 foldin'
 Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work
 Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work
 Girl, put in work