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