The Morning (Original)

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 hoein' 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 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 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