Clockin Lyrics - Berner

Yeah 

Clockin' paper 

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout 

Clockin' paper 

From Cali to New York City 

Clockin' paper 

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 

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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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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 

Brown 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 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, 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 

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 

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 Bay Area business 

You know I went from coke money to hoe money 

Grow money to show money 

To Hemp2O money 

Yeah