Who Got the Clout (Remix) lyrics

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

[Hook: OG Maco]
Ayy, 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: UnoTheActivist]
Uno the act and OG Mac bringin' it back
No you can't touch it b*tch, you just a wrap
You gon' pull out the cup, put your head in your lap
n*gga try racin' but they ain't gettin' laps
b*tch you a buzzer, I won't get your dial
b*tches gon' f*ck me, I get all the clout
I dont say nothin', I'm in and I'm out
Show no remorse, you n*ggas pus*y like just like I be [?]
.55 shotty gon' rip through his torso, his body get 'torted, it look like a [?]
I'ma pull up in that Porsche then n*ggas be lookin' like Dora the Explorer
Diamonds clear, what do you afford?
Why do you think I'd be mad at you for?
We got it, n*ggas they want it if we ride it
I'ma pull up in a big body, if I ain't got it then he got it
n*ggas they mad, they look at my diamonds
They talkin' they speakin' to everybody
Chopper gon' hit 'em, his body gon' flip and it's lookin' like he doin' gymnastics
Everything I got, he want it, thinkin' I might put a fee on it
Pull up, big car with a B on it, everything I do, see monkey
This little b*tch, she peep all my sh*t and then she start to get naked
Hold on lil' ho you need patience, then she started to give facials
[Hook: OG Maco]
Ayy, 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 2: OG Maco]
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: OG Maco]
Ayt, 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?