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 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
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'mma 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 twisted, 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, 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 baseheads 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
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
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
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