Alba s touto skladbou:
House Of Balloons,
(Verse 1)
From the morning to the evening
Complains 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 flying from the north
Rocking with our city like a sold out show
House full of hoes
that specialize in that hallway
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 our haters caught slipping
Then my niggas stay tight
Got my bad life pimpin
fast life gripping
Yeah we still tipping
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Face try to mimic
get girls timid
But behind closed doors
they get holds 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 (x3)
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
so when I'm over only pray
That I flow from the bottom
closer to the top
The higher that I climb
the harder Imma drop
These pussy ass niggas
trying to hold on to their credits
So I tell em use a debit
watch they image start to lessen
I want em like discretion
why these niggas testing
Always fucking testing
why these niggas testing
Shit that I got em on
straight bar hopping
to the music of the ambiance
Get shit poppin, 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 base
hands and high 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 (x3)
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 worth her holding
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
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 (x3)
