The Weeknd
The Weeknd - The Morning songtekst
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Listen, listen From the morning to the evening Got pains from the tenants Got the walls kicking like they're six months pregnant Drinking Alize with our cereal for breakfast Girls calling cabs at dawn, quarter 'til seven The sky's getting cold, we flying from the North Rocking with our city like a sold out show House full of hoes that specialize in the hoe'n Make that money rain as they taking off their clothes Order plane tickets, Cali is the mission Visit every month like I'm split-life living Let the world listen, if our haters caught slipping My niggas stay tight, got my back like Pippen Fast life gripping, yeah we still tipping Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid Face try to mimmick, get girls timid But behind closed doors, they get all so rigid All that money, the money is the motive All that money, the money is the motive All that money, the money she'll be folding Girl put in work, girl, girl put in work Oh, girl put in work, girl, 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, so 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 trying hold on to their credits So I tell 'em use a debit, watch their hits and touch to lessen I want 'em like discretion, always fucking testing Why these niggas testing, always fucking testing Shit that I got 'em on, straight bar Hopping to the music of the ambience Get shit popping Zombies of the night, niggas ain't talking If they hyping to the crew, get it in like pockets I'm downtown loving, when the moon coming Only place to find bass heads 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'll be folding Girl put in work, girl, girl put in work Oh, girl put in work, girl, girl put in work She better slow down, she'll feel it in the morning much Ain't the kind of girl you'll be seeing in the morning She's too damn raw, ain't no nigga as she holding Ain't no nigga worth the holding, man her love is too damn foreign All that money, the money is the motive All that money, the money is the motive All that money, the money she'll 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'll be folding Girl put in work, girl, girl put in work Oh, girl put in work, girl, girl put in work