[Intro]
Ay man, it's OGG, yeah
New Money Gang, yeah
Mm, hold all the conversations
Hold all the conversations
Mm, p**y n***a
[Hook]
Ay, who got the clout?
f**in' your hoe and she in and out
Talkin' that sh** ‘bout a n***a 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** is your clout?
[Verse 1]
Running these bird b**hes, 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**h tryna come f** me, she feeling lucky
f** the gang ‘cause she know the deal
Never pump fake, shoot to k**
I was in the in the field like some cleats
I was working all goddamn day tryna make a n***a some' to eat
b**h in the kitchen, feeling better
Qualitest got a n***a feelin', off a bean
Hurricane, monsoon, cyclone
When the motherf**ing wrist spin
When your b**h came home, no panties on
You knowing where the b**h 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**h 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**ing searching
[Hook]
Ay, who got the clout?
f**in' your hoe and she in and out
Talkin' that sh** ‘bout a n***a 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** is your clout?