French Montana - Clockin lyrics

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French Montana - Clockin lyrics

[Intro: Berner & French Montana] Yeah Clockin' paper You know what I'm talkin' 'bout Clockin' paper From Cali to New York City Clockin' paper [Hook: French Montana] Yeah, f** 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 f** you talkin' 'bout n***a 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 Missin' [?] with the [?] [Verse 1: Berner] Stripper b**hes burnin' out bank accounts Yeah, we rappin' raw cut with wet paper towels That's grown talk, I buy a whole block And I ain't talkin' 'bout blah, I got grown spots I pull 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' b**hes in the crib, pour champagne on 'em [Hook: French Montana] Yeah, f** 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 f** you talkin' 'bout n***a 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 Missin' [?] with the [?] [Verse 2: Berner] Ground bag money, stuff it in the wall Dirty money, I'm a LAX tryna duck the dog I'm still dirty, f** a rap check I was first cla** 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, b**h, 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 motherf**er, yeah, I'm a dope boy [Hook: French Montana] Yeah, f** 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 f** you talkin' 'bout n***a 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 [Outro: Berner] 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 [?] in it You know I went from coke money to hoe money Grown money to show money To havin' too much money Yeah

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