
Clockin Berner (Ft. French Montana)
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[Intro: Berner & French Montana]
Yeah
Clockin' paper
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Clockin' paper
From Cali to New York City
Clockin' paper
[Chorus: French Montana]
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
[Verse 1: Berner]
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
Clockin' paper
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Clockin' paper
From Cali to New York City
Clockin' paper
[Chorus: French Montana]
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
[Verse 1: Berner]
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
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