"Clockin It Freestyle" lyrics
Bitch, I'll make ya nigga spend his money so quick
He on my body, my top, my hip
You are looking at a real get-money-ass bitch
She a hater, she is not my sis
She is not gang, she is not twin
I don't want your nigga, bitch, he is not him
He do not spend
I don't want your nigga, bitch, he is not trim
If I can't cuddle a nigga, I take a detour
Gotta ask a nigga, like, what you being so cheap for?
I stand up, shit going down, I'm like a seesaw
Bitches can't see me like fingerprints on a screen door
Never been the type to be pressed, I ain't no keyboard
Bitches might have been with more niggas, but bitch, I seen more
Why you out here blowing niggas up like you C4?
I'm outside, passing shit around like a seeing ball
My bitches stay on the beach
I'm on the way to the beach
Better do ya taxes, you ain't who you claiming to be
How you gon' feed into a nigga that caters to me?
That nigga left you anyway
You should've just gave him to me
They be like, "Dream, where you been?"
You know, poppin' it
All that shit you bitches be doin'
You know, the opposite
With a bunch of bitches who dance, I feel like Joseline
If you ain't make no money today, that shit preposterous
Niggas tryna play in my face, this ain't a Oculus
I'm on you every second I get, that mean I'm clockin' it
I'm making a movie, you pretending that you ain't watching it
A nigga can't take you to Prime, then you ain't Optimus
My watch is a antique, my wrist full of Van Cleefs
My DM's is flooded
It's hard being my man, peace
My pussy is so good, I can't get no damn sleep
Can't even go outside without hearing a damn peep
Shut the fuck up
Catch me in some fast shit, bitch
But it ain't Ramadan
Seen you in that Rolls, that's cute
I'm on the driver's side
Secret to having a lot of guys is to lie to guys
Cold bitch, milking these niggas
I'm made of Häagen-Daz
One thing a nigga never gon' see is me apologize
Should've called me 'fore I glowed up
I'm like a firefly
Shouldn't have to tell nigga shit
Only my Prada size
I let a nigga pull me up but never put my pride aside
My shit is tight tight
Your shit, he can dive inside
Face card too valid
They ain't even gotta slide
I was born a Pisces
Now I'm just a dollar sign
White boy wanna shoot up the box
He think it's Columbine
We was both in Dubai
But you was getting sodomized
I've been making hits
Since I signed on the dotted line
Top bitch, bottom line
I show you how to shine
I ain't even gotta rhyme, Dream
(The price of pussy just went up
P-O-P
Ladies, okay?
When you're fucking with these athletes and rappers
You are all asking for the same shit
Chanel, Kellys, Birkins
The lil' fuckin' bracelets, the bust-down watches
The trips to Turks and Caicos
The ass shots, the BBLs
The trip to Miami
So that you can move dumb, twerk on the yacht
With a bottle of 1942
The shit is played out
They know what you're going to ask for
They got them lil' pussy taxes already ready for you)
He on my body, my top, my hip
You are looking at a real get-money-ass bitch
She a hater, she is not my sis
She is not gang, she is not twin
I don't want your nigga, bitch, he is not him
He do not spend
I don't want your nigga, bitch, he is not trim
If I can't cuddle a nigga, I take a detour
Gotta ask a nigga, like, what you being so cheap for?
I stand up, shit going down, I'm like a seesaw
Bitches can't see me like fingerprints on a screen door
Never been the type to be pressed, I ain't no keyboard
Bitches might have been with more niggas, but bitch, I seen more
Why you out here blowing niggas up like you C4?
I'm outside, passing shit around like a seeing ball
My bitches stay on the beach
I'm on the way to the beach
Better do ya taxes, you ain't who you claiming to be
How you gon' feed into a nigga that caters to me?
That nigga left you anyway
You should've just gave him to me
They be like, "Dream, where you been?"
You know, poppin' it
All that shit you bitches be doin'
You know, the opposite
With a bunch of bitches who dance, I feel like Joseline
If you ain't make no money today, that shit preposterous
Niggas tryna play in my face, this ain't a Oculus
I'm on you every second I get, that mean I'm clockin' it
I'm making a movie, you pretending that you ain't watching it
A nigga can't take you to Prime, then you ain't Optimus
My watch is a antique, my wrist full of Van Cleefs
My DM's is flooded
It's hard being my man, peace
My pussy is so good, I can't get no damn sleep
Can't even go outside without hearing a damn peep
Shut the fuck up
Catch me in some fast shit, bitch
But it ain't Ramadan
Seen you in that Rolls, that's cute
I'm on the driver's side
Secret to having a lot of guys is to lie to guys
Cold bitch, milking these niggas
I'm made of Häagen-Daz
One thing a nigga never gon' see is me apologize
Should've called me 'fore I glowed up
I'm like a firefly
Shouldn't have to tell nigga shit
Only my Prada size
I let a nigga pull me up but never put my pride aside
My shit is tight tight
Your shit, he can dive inside
Face card too valid
They ain't even gotta slide
I was born a Pisces
Now I'm just a dollar sign
White boy wanna shoot up the box
He think it's Columbine
We was both in Dubai
But you was getting sodomized
I've been making hits
Since I signed on the dotted line
Top bitch, bottom line
I show you how to shine
I ain't even gotta rhyme, Dream
(The price of pussy just went up
P-O-P
Ladies, okay?
When you're fucking with these athletes and rappers
You are all asking for the same shit
Chanel, Kellys, Birkins
The lil' fuckin' bracelets, the bust-down watches
The trips to Turks and Caicos
The ass shots, the BBLs
The trip to Miami
So that you can move dumb, twerk on the yacht
With a bottle of 1942
The shit is played out
They know what you're going to ask for
They got them lil' pussy taxes already ready for you)
