Clockin

(albüm: Packs - 2016)

[Berner (French Montana):]
Yeah
(Clocking paper)
You know what I'm talking 'bout
(Clocking paper)
From Cali to New York City
(Clocking paper)

[French Montana:]
Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't talking paper
We be breaking down the work on my mama table
All day, high, drunk and clocking paper
Fuck you talking 'bout nigga if you ain't talking paper
All day, riding clean, smoking purple
All day, play with me and they gon' hurt you
All day, there's nothing but paper on my mind
All day, shawty do it for the Vine
Riding clean, smoking purple
Play with me and they gon' hurt you
Ain't no squares in my circle
Missing [?] with the [?]

[Berner:]
Stripper bitches burning out bank accounts
Yeah, we rapping raw cut with wet paper towels
That's grown talk, I buy a whole block
And I ain't talking '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'm a flex with the pack, I get 5 grams for 'em
Right across the street when I land in the morning
Coke boy seats, not a damn stain on 'em
Throwing bitches in the crib, pour champagne on 'em

[French Montana:]
Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't talking paper
We be breaking down the work on my mama table
All day, high, drunk and clocking paper
Fuck you talking 'bout nigga if you ain't talking paper
All day, riding clean, smoking purple
All day, play with me and they gon' hurt you
All day, there's nothing but paper on my mind
All day, shawty do it for the Vine
Riding clean, smoking purple
Play with me and they gon' hurt you
Ain't no squares in my circle
Missing [?] with the [?]

[Berner:]
Ground 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 chilling 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

[French Montana:]
Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't talking paper
We be breaking down the work on my mama table
All day, high, drunk and clocking paper
Fuck you talking 'bout nigga if you ain't talking paper
All day, riding clean, smoking purple
All day, play with me and they gon' hurt you
All day, there's nothing but paper on my mind
All day, shawty do it for the Vine

[Berner:]
You already know what I'm talking 'bout, man
Brown bag money, picking up 200, 3, 4, 500 thousand at one time
Riding round, cop keep behind me, I ain't even tripping though
If he put his lights on, I'm dipping yo
It's Big [?] in it
You know I went from coke money to hoe money
Grown money to show money
To having too much money
Yeah