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The Morning Lyrics – The Weeknd

    The Morning is a popular song by The Weeknd from the 2012 album Trilogy. Check words to The Weeknd The Morning Lyrics in English below.

    The Morning Lyrics – The Weeknd 

    [Intro]
    I’m fucking gone right now
    I’m fucking gone right now
    “Listen, listen”

    [Verse 1]
    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
    [Chorus]
    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

    [Verse 2]
    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 testing?
    Always fucking testing
    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 (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 bassheads and hot women
    [Chorus]
    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

    [Verse 3]
    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 (The money is the motive)
    All that money
    The money she be folding (The money she be folding)
    Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work
    Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work

    [Chorus]
    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

     

    Writer(s): The Weeknd (Abel Tesfaye), Doc McKinney

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