Who Got the Clout - OG Maco

Ay man, it’s OGG, yeah

New Money Gang, yeah

Mm, hold all the conversations

Hold all the conversations

Mm, pussy nigga

Ay, who got the clout?

Fuckin' your hoe and she in and out

Talkin' that shit ‘bout a nigga 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

Fuck is your clout?

Running these bird bitches, 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 bitch tryna come fuck me, she feeling lucky

Fuck 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 nigga some' to eat

Bitch in the kitchen, feeling better

Qualitest got a nigga feelin', off a bean

Hurricane, monsoon, cyclone

When the motherfucking wrist spin

When your bitch came home, no panties on

You knowing where the bitch 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 bitch 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 fucking searching

Ay, who got the clout?

Fuckin' your hoe and she in and out

Talkin' that shit ‘bout a nigga 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

Fuck is your clout?