Clockin' You know what I'm talkin' paper From to New York City Clockin'
Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't paper We be breakin' down the on my mama table All day, high, drunk and paper Fuck you 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper All day, ridin' clean, smokin' All day, with me and they gon' hurt you All day, there's nothin' but paper on my All day, do it for the Vine clean, smokin' purple Play with me and they hurt you no squares in my circle Mixin' Xans with the dirty, purple
Stripper bitches burnin' out bank Yeah, we wrap raw cut with wet paper grow talk, I bought a whole block And I ain't talkin' 'bout blow, I got spots I pulled 23 mil out my old I came a way from the stove top I still get busy, count money 'til I'm Load a full truck up, a quick 650 truck in a S5-50 Got lemonade out in New York City I'ma flex with the pack, I get 5 for 'em across the street when I land in the mornin' Coke boy seats, not a damn on 'em bitches in the crib, pour champagne on 'em
Yeah, fuck you talk if you talkin' paper We be breakin' the work on my mama table All day, high, and clockin' paper Fuck you 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper All day, clean, smokin' purple All day, play with me and gon' hurt you All day, there's nothin' but on my mind All day, shawty do it for the clean, smokin' purple Play with me and they gon' you no squares in my circle Mixin' Xans with the dirty, smokin'
Brown bag money, stuff it in the Dirty money, I'm a LAX duck the dog I'm still dirty, a rap check I was first class when the pack left I need a fresh pair of gloves and a I got 6 cellphones, hope the pack I still get money, bitch, weed man love me Yeah, I keep the big bills, with the 20s I'm a street cat, in the drop with the bunny bars and the cup's all muddy I hit the A-Town, we got rich in I'm in the H-Town with French Cook in the air with the coke boys Young motherfucker, yeah, I'm a boy
Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't paper We be breakin' down the work on my mama All day, high, and clockin' paper Fuck you 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper All day, clean, smokin' purple All day, play with me and they gon' you All day, there's nothin' but on my mind All day, do it for the Vine
You already what I'm talkin' 'bout, man Brown bag money, pickin' up 200, 3, 4, 500 thousand at one round, cop keep behind me, I ain't even trippin' though If he put his lights on, I'm yo It's Big Bay business You know I went from coke to hoe money money to show money To Hemp2O