The Morning Lyrics - Houseofballoons - The Weeknd

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 Alize with our cereal for breakfast 

Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to seven 

Sky's getting cold, we're flying from the north 

Rocking 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 

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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 testing 

Why these niggas testing? 

Photos 

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