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