Lyrics: Alan Jay Lerner/Doc McKinney/Frederick Loewe/Abel Tesfaye/Carlo Montagnese
Music: Alan Jay Lerner/Doc McKinney/Frederick Loewe/Abel Tesfaye/Carlo Montagnese
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 ****in' testin'
Why these niggas testin'?
Shit that I got them on straight bar hoppin'
To the music of the ambiance, get shit poppin'
β¨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
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