For The Clout

Told valet to keep the wheels safe

Standing on business where my fucking briefcase?

Cubans dripping off my neck, Cartier's on my face

Go and tell the bell man, grab my fucking suitcase

Custom Nikes on my feet, off-white shoelace

Every time we get to racing, come out fucking first place

Tell your friend homegirl, that she can come and get a taste

This my fucking real life bitch we do this every day

We don't do this for the clout baby

We just want the dollars

Count the honey, honey, hunnids baby

We just want the commas

I put that on my momma

Yeah I put that on my momma

We just want the money baby

Put the other shit behind us

We don't do this for the clout baby

Oh no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

We don't do this for the clout baby

Oh no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

No

Watch me break it down

Break it break it down

Got the crown and another crown

Who the king around? Fucking around

You just fucking around

Know my time is now

Copping round after other rounds equivalent to a bottle

And her body real life equivalent to a model

I'm really lit in real life, ain't gotta post it on social

But for real, how you really feel

Not part of my problem

Handle that by ya fucking self

Pop, poppity pop em

Uh, I've been popping shit since ninth grade

Started off small, got an upgrade

Facts

One thing about my shine bitch it don't fade

Man I've always been him **** self-made

Everything custom, know its Taylor Made

In control of my own money, bitch I'm hella paid

I don't do it for the gram, I do this everyday

I don't do it for the gram

I do this everyday

We don't do this for the clout baby

We just want the dollars

Count the honey, honey, hunnids baby

We just want the commas

I put that on my momma

Yeah I put that on my momma

We just want the money baby

Put the other shit behind us

We don't do this for the clout baby

Oh no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

We don't do this for the clout baby

Oh no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

No