Clock It

Aye, aye
Riding in a G6, neck bust, wrist hit
You a think I'm owing motherfuckers, way I buy Ricks
Marry me a nigga that do magic, cause I love tricks
Uh, taking bitches niggas, on my thug shit
Ion want no middle man, show me where yo plug is
Spending hours in Balanci', make a flood drip
Hoe you know perfection take time, you can't rush this
I'm back in my bag, and I'm taxing for the fee, huh
You short on yo bills, now you crying in yo Tweets, huh
All white Benz match the paint on my feet, huh
Tom Ford heel on her neck, she can't breathe
Coke bottle, but it's tea
Ass sitting like a peach
I ain't never got stood up, I tell niggas take a seat
Make my hoe watch her friend, she keep asking me can we
Rap bitches come and go, seven days, that be weak
Yo bag got a bird, hoe I spend that on my purses
Flying bad bitches out the country, oh for certain
Flirting in the club, just to make a nigga nervous
Do I look like I walk around with scrubs, that's for nurses
Fucking for that water on her neck, bitches thirsty
Who said I ain't out here having motion, tell em merch it
We only getting chicken round' these parts, we like Churches
Off White on a Sunday, ain't go to service

Fifty Thousand
Blue strips, pink bills, falling out my pocket
Hair long, nails did, bitches think I'm cocky
Get on the Gram', post fly shit, don't read comments
I could buy a bitch new titties, have her popping
Popping, I could show you how to pop it
Pop it, if she with me, then she popping
Popping, this band around, my money popping
Popping, I'm gagging bitches and I'm clocking

Yeah, AP, Rolex, Patek, I got options
Three bitches with me, two sucking, one watching
Her man keep blowing up her phone, why you blocking
Huh, keep sucking why you stopping
She want her hair done, call Kendra, get her Mink, Brazilian
I'm just having fun, you say I'm a trick, that's yo opinion
She a freak when she get up off that liquor, that's the real you
Hating ass nigga, I'll fuck yo bitch before I kill you
I just bought a Rolex and chain for my favorite eater
She love sucking on my dick, oh I think she teething
Just gave a broke bitch a couple hundred cause she need it
You not a dime, so you can't get a dime, bitch beat it
Hit it once, wrap it up, that's a Keymix
She fuck me, she fuck bro, that's a freak bitch
I ain't gotta say too much, I just peep shit
She know I'll never tell, I'm on P shit

Fifty Thousand
Blue strips, pink bills, falling out my pocket
Hair long, nails did, bitches think I'm cocky
Get on the Gram', post fly shit, don't read comments
I could buy a bitch new titties, have her popping
Popping, I could show you how to pop it
Pop it, if she with me, then she popping
Popping, this band around, my money popping
Popping, I'm gagging bitches and I'm clocking

Eight hundred in watches, that's what I brung on this trip
As long as she with you, that hoe won't never get no rich dick
I hit a opp nigga hoe in the Bentley, God my witness
She in this bitch around the same guns we spinned on him with
What's popping bitch, I'm heavy
I move, them killers trail me
3pm, 200k on me at Lou's Deli
The only glass I got without no tint is on my Skelly'
I'm the only nigga round here in a Cully' hoe, no selling
Nigas bum crumbs, the fuck these niggas come from
Yo BM shot her shot, I hoed the bitch, cause she ain't nuyun
I ain't gotta say it, niggas know who they gone run from
You know where I'm from bum, drums for a dum dum

Fifty Thousand
Blue strips, pink bills, falling out my pocket
Hair long, nails did, bitches think I'm cocky
Get on the Gram', post fly shit, don't read comments
I could buy a bitch new titties, have her popping
Popping, I could show you how to pop it
Pop it, if she with me, then she popping
Popping, this band around, my money popping
Popping, I'm gagging bitches and I'm clocking



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Writer(s): Lakeyah Robinson, Diamanté Warren, Terry Wallace Jr.
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