UnoTheActivist - 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, p**y n***a [Hook: OG Maco] Ayy, 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: UnoTheActivist] Uno the act and OG Mac bringin' it back No you can't touch it b**h, you just a wrap You gon' pull out the cup, put your head in your lap n***a try racin' but they ain't gettin' laps b**h you a buzzer, I won't get your dial b**hes gon' f** me, I get all the clout I dont say nothin', I'm in and I'm out Show no remorse, you n***as p**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***as 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***as 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***as 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**h, she peep all my sh** 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**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 2: OG Maco] 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: OG Maco] Ayt, 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?