Clockin - Berner, French Montana

Yeah

Clockin' paper

You know what I’m talkin' 'bout

Clockin' paper

From Cali to New York City

Clockin' paper

Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain’t talkin' paper

We be breakin' down the work on my mama table

All day, high, drunk and clockin' paper

Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain’t talkin' paper

All day, ridin' clean, smokin' purple

All day, play with me and they gon' hurt you

All day, there’s nothin' but paper on my mind

All day, shawty do it for the Vine

Ridin' clean, smokin' purple

Play with me and they gon' hurt you

Ain’t no squares in my circle

Mixin' Xans with the dirty, smokin' purple

Stripper bitches burnin' out bank accounts

Yeah, we wrap raw cut with wet paper towel

That’s grow talk, I bought a whole block

And I ain’t talkin' 'bout blow, I got grow spots

I pulled 23 mil out my old spot

I came a long way from the stove top

I still get busy, count money 'til I’m dizzy

Load a full truck up, it’s a quick 650

Bullet-proof truck in a S5−50

Got lemonade pounds out in New York City

I’ma flex with the pack, I get 5 grams for 'em

Right across the street when I land in the mornin'

Coke boy seats, not a damn stain on 'em

Throwin' bitches in the crib, pour champagne on 'em

Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain’t talkin' paper

We be breakin' down the work on my mama table

All day, high, drunk and clockin' paper

Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain’t talkin' paper

All day, ridin' clean, smokin' purple

All day, play with me and they gon' hurt you

All day, there’s nothin' but paper on my mind

All day, shawty do it for the Vine

Ridin' clean, smokin' purple

Play with me and they gon' hurt you

Ain’t no squares in my circle

Mixin' Xans with the dirty, smokin' purple

Brown bag money, stuff it in the wall

Dirty money, I’m a LAX tryna duck the dog

I’m still dirty, fuck a rap check

I was first class chillin' when the pack left

I need a fresh pair of gloves and a address

I got 6 cellphones, hope the pack flex

I still get money, bitch, you’re weed man love me

Yeah, I keep the big bills, re-cop with the 20s

I’m a real street cat, in the drop with the bunny

Xanax bars and the cup’s all muddy

I hit the A-Town, we got rich in Atlanta

I’m in the H-Town with French Montana

Cook smoke in the air with the coke boys

Young motherfucker, yeah, I’m a dope boy

Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain’t talkin' paper

We be breakin' down the work on my mama table

All day, high, drunk and clockin' paper

Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain’t talkin' paper

All day, ridin' clean, smokin' purple

All day, play with me and they gon' hurt you

All day, there’s nothin' but paper on my mind

All day, shawty do it for the Vine

You already know what I’m talkin' 'bout, man

Brown bag money, pickin' up 200, 3, 4, 500 thousand at one time

Ridin' round, cop keep behind me, I ain’t even trippin' though

If he put his lights on, I’m dippin' yo

It’s Big Bay Area business

You know I went from coke money to hoe money

Grow money to show money

To Hemp2O money

Yeah