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The Morning (Chopped & Screwed by Slim K)

From the morning to the evening

Complaints from the tenants

Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant

Drinking Alize with our cereal for breakfast

Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to seven

Sky's getting cold, we flying from the north

Rocking with our city like a sold out show

House full of hoes that specialize into hoe-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 our haters caught slipping

Then 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 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 folding

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 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'ma drop

These pussy ass niggas trying to hold on to their credits

So I tell em use a debit watch they image start to lessen

I wanna 'em like discretion, why these niggas testing

Always fucking testing, why these niggas testing

Shit that I got 'em on, straight bar hopping to the music of the ambiance

Get shit poppin', 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 base heads and high womenAll 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 workBetter 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 worth her holding

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 workAll 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

Songwriters

ABEL TESFAYE, MARTIN DANIEL MCKINNEY, CARLO MONTAGNESEPublished by

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