The Morning - Live

This is for the "House of Balloons" fans in SoFi tonight, yeah
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
And girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to seven
Sky's getting cold, we're flying from the north
We rockin' with LA 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 was the mission
Visit every month like I'm split lifе living
Let the world listen

If a hatеr'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

And 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) oh baby
(Watch they image start to lessen) ooh, yeah
(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
(Lets go)

All that money, the money is the motive (the money is the motive)
All that money, the money is the motive (eh-eh, say, I say)
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

Work, work, work
Work, work, work
(Work, work, work)
Los Angelo's
Let's



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Mckinney, Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese
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