The Weeknd The Morning

I'm fucking gone right now

I'm fucking gone right now

Listen, listen

From the mornin' to the evenin'

Complaints from the tenants

Got the walls kickin' like they six months pregnant

Drinkin' Alizé with our cereal for breakfast

Girls callin' cabs at dawn quarter to seven

Sky's gettin' cold, we're flyin' 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 takin' off they clothes



Order plane tickets, Cali is the mission

Visit every month like I'm split life livin'

Let the world listen

If a hater's caught slippin'

Then my niggas stay tight

Got my back like Pippen



Fast life grippin'

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 foldin'

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

Watch they image start to lessen



I warn them like discretion

Why these niggas testin'?

Always fuckin' testin'

Why these niggas testin'?

Shit that I got them on straight bar hoppin'

To the music of the ambiance, get shit poppin'



Zombies of the night (Zombies of the night)

Niggas ain't talkin'

If they hypin' to the crew, get it in like pockets

Downtown lovin', when the moon comin'

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 foldin'

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 mornin'

Ain't the kind of girl you'll be seein' in the mornin'

Too damn raw, ain't no nigga with her rollin'

Ain't no nigga that she holdin'

Man, her love is too damn foreign



Look at all that money

The money is the motive (The money is the motive)

All that money

The money she be foldin' (The money she be foldin')

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 foldin'

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work

Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work

Girl, put in work