Clout - Bodega Bamz

I don’t do it for the likes, I just do what I like

I don’t do it for the likes, I just do what I like

Don’t fuck up the count, don’t fuck up the count

The money keep coming, keep coming, keep coming

Don’t fuck up the count

I’m dressing up for a ball, hit records out the park

Would dream about a Porsche, now I drive it to the store

Double park for a loosie, turn the bass up for Tunechi

Nosey neighbors wanna sue me, ex-girlfriend wanna do me

You ain’t special, you lucky, crap table, feel lucky

Atlantic City like Nucky, dedicated to the money

Big Papi like Boston, I just wanna make the Forbes

Now mommy could afford it, price tags, ignore it

Straight Henny, no ice, big booties in tights

Talk dirty, alright, sex drive, all night

Lowkey, I’m high, lowkey, I’m high

Made it clear, said twice, this year, my price up

Don’t fuck up the count, don’t fuck up the count

The money keep coming, keep coming, keep coming

Don’t fuck up the count

Don’t fuck up the count, don’t fuck up the count

The money keep coming, keep coming, keep coming

Don’t fuck up the count

I don’t do it for the likes, I just do what I like

I don’t do it for the likes, I just do what I like

Don’t fuck up the count, don’t fuck up the count

The money keep coming, keep coming, keep coming

Don’t fuck up the count

I’ma go and get it, I’ma go and get it

I’m a go-getter, you just gold diggin'

Beach home for the women, exotic

Fuck love, I’ma run it up

This year, I’ma double up

These niggas done forgot about me

This year, I’ma wake 'em up

This year, I’ma wake 'em up

Wise man told me, «Save your money, shorty

Go to war when you prepared for it»

If you ain’t got the heart, then you ain’t ready for it

Bitches talk too much, Katie Couric

I just bought a foreign and before I floored it

Cops pulled me over, said I had a warrant

I just told the officer, real polite

«Fuck you, I’ma do what I like»

I don’t do it for the likes, I just do what I like

I don’t do it for the likes, I just do what I like

Don’t fuck up the count, don’t fuck up the count

The money keep coming, keep coming, keep coming

Don’t fuck up the count

I don’t do it for the likes, I just do what I like

I don’t do it for the likes, I just do what I like

Don’t fuck up the count, don’t fuck up the count

The money keep coming, keep coming, keep coming

Don’t fuck up the count, aye