Letra de The Morning
I'm fucking gone right now I'm fucking gone right now Listen, listenFrom 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 clothesOrder 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 PippenFast 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 rigidAll 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 workPush 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 bottomCloser 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 lessenI 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 womenAll 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 workBetter 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 foreignLook 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 workAll 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