text: Im fucking gone right now
  Im 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 Alizé with our cereal for breakfast
  Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to seven
  Skys getting cold, were flying from the north
  Rockin with our city like a sold out show
  House full of pros that specialize in the hoin
  Make that money rain as they taking off they clothes
  Order plane tickets
  Cali is the mission
  Visit every month like Im split life living
  Let the world listen
  If a haters 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
  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 Im over only pray
  That I flow from the bottom
  Closer to the top
  The higher that I climb
  The harder Ima 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 
  Niggas aint 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
  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
  Shell feel it in the morning
  Aint the kind of girl youll be seeing in the morning
  Too damn raw, aint no nigga with her rollin
  Aint 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