The Morning (OG)

[Intro]

Oh, fucking gone right now

Fucking high right now

I'm gone

Morning to the evening

Complaints, oh

I'm gone, I'm gone

Listen, listen, oh

[Verse 1]

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

And 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

A 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, oh

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work, mhm no

[Verse 2]

Push it to the limit

Push it through the pain

I push it—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

Always fucking testing

Why these niggas testing?

Always fucking testing

Shit that I got them on straight bar hopping

To the music of the ambiance

Get shit popping

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, oh

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work, mhm no

[Verse 3]

She better slow down

She'll feel it in the morning

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

She too damn raw, ain't no nigga that she holding

Ain't no nigga with the holding

Man, that love is too damn foreign

[Chorus]

All that money, the money is the motive

Look at 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

Look at 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, oh

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work, mhm no

[Outro]

Money on the floor

I'm too damn high

Gone, gone, gone

High, you get high, you get high

You get high, you get high, you get high

You get high, you get high, you get high, no