Who Got The Clout lyrics

[Intro]
Ay man, it’s OGG, yeah
New Money Gang, yeah
Mm, hold all the conversations
Hold all the conversations
Mm, pus*y n*gga

[Hook]
Ay, who got the clout?
f*ckin’ your hoe and she in and out
Talkin’ that sh*t ‘bout a n*gga but
You ain’t nothing that we talk about
Who got the clout?
Who got the clout?
Them dollars come in and out
Them hundreds come in and out
f*ck is your clout?

[Verse 1]
Running these bird b*tches, feel like I’m Wiley
I’m dressed in Rick Owens, I’m styling
Smoking that loud on the mountain
I’m probably with Pablo, I know that we count it
Far from Nick Cannon but I’m with your ho and she wylin’
We out here, she ‘bout it
You is a lame with them smiles
I’m skipping detention and countin’ them Benji’s
I’m going monkey, go see me
Banana clips sitting right by the window sill
Lil b*tch tryna come f*ck me, she feeling lucky
f*ck the gang ‘cause she know the deal
Never pump fake, shoot to kill
I was in the in the field like some cleats
I was working all goddamn day tryna make a n*gga some’ to eat
b*tch in the kitchen, feeling better
Qualitest got a n*gga feelin’, off a bean
Hurricane, monsoon, cyclone
When the motherf*cking wrist spin
When your b*tch came home, no panties on
You knowing where the b*tch been
Rolex shining like some headlights
On a dark night out in Michigan
Your diamonds dirty like some Flint water
My diamonds dancing like Lil Meechie taught ‘em
I’m making plays like a damn sale
Your b*tch sniff ‘em like it’s good for her
Cooking beef like it’s good burgers
Sliding on you in that old suburban
Face wrapped in a dirty turban
Sending shots like I’m f*cking searching
[Hook]
Ay, who got the clout?
f*ckin’ your hoe and she in and out
Talkin’ that sh*t ‘bout a n*gga but
You ain’t nothing that we talk about
Who got the clout?
Who got the clout?
Them dollars come in and out
Them hundreds come in and out
f*ck is your clout?