Clique

What of the dollar you murdered for

Is that the one fighting for your soul

Or your brother's the one that you're running from

But if you got money, ** it, 'cause I want some

B-I-G, who fvckin' with me

Oh, God! Whoa, okay

Ain't nobody fvckin' with my clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my muh'fvckin' clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

As I look around, they don't do it like my clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

And all these bad b!tches, man

They want the-, they want the-, they want the

(B-I-G, oh, God Go)

I tell a bad b!tch do whatever I say

My block behind me, like I'm coming out the driveway

It's grind day, from Friday to next Friday

I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (spa day)

Yup, she tryin' to get me that poon-tang

I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang

I'm rollin' with... ** I'm saying Girl, you know my crew name

You know 2 Chainz Scrrr

I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wayne

But I'm the fvckin' villain

Man, they kneelin' when I'm walking in the buildin'

Freaky women I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin'

What a feelin'! Ah man, they gotta be

Young player from the D

That's killing everything that he see for the dough

Ain't nobody fvckin' with my clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my muh'fvckin' clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

As I look around, they don't do it like my clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

And all these bad b!tches, man

They want the, they want the, they want the

(Click clack, stick 'em up)

Yeah, I'm talkin' Ye, yeah, I'm talkin' Rih

Yeah, I'm talkin' B, n!gga, I'm talkin' me

Yeah, I'm talkin' bossy, I ain't talkin' Kelis

Your money too short, you can't be talking to me

Yeah, I'm talkin' LeBron, we ball in our family tree

G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin

Ain't nothin' fvckin' with we, me

Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250

250 to a half a million, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me

Now, who with me ¡Vámonos!Call me Hov or Jefe

Translation: I'm the sh!t, 'least that what my neck say

'Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade

N!gga down for like 12 years

Ain't hug his son since the second grade

Uh, he never told—who he gonna tell

We top of the totem pole

It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team

And all our eyes green, it only means one thing

You ain't fvckin' with the clique

Ain't nobody fvckin' with my clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my muh'fvckin' clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

As I look around, they don't do it like my clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique

And all these bad b!tches, man

They want the, they want the, they want the

Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci

My girl a superstar all from a home movie

Bow on our arrival, the un-American idols

What n!ggas did in Paris, got 'em hangin' off the Eiffel

Yeah, I'm talkin' business, we talkin' CIA

I'm talkin' George Tenet, I seen him the other day

He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same

Except mine tinted and his might have been rented

You know, white people get money, don't spend it

Or maybe they get money, buy a business

I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ign'ant

I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish

Blame it on the pigment, we livin' no limits

Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment

Of our imagination, MTV cribs

Now I'm lookin' at a crib right next to where TC lives

That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse

He wasn't really drunk, he just had a frew brews

Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage

Everything I do need a news crew's presence

Speedboat swerve, homie, watch out for the waves

I'm way too black to burn from sunrays

So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii

About how I could build a new Rome in one day

Every time I'm in Vegas they screamin' like he's Elvis

But I just wanna design hotels and nail it

Sh!t is real, got me feelin' Israelian

Like Bar Refaeli, or Gisele—no, that's Brazilian

Went through, deep depression when my mama passed

Suicide, what kinda talk is that

But I been talkin' to God for so long

That if you look at my life I guess he's talkin' back

Fvckin' with my clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my muh'fvckin' clique

As I look around, they don't do it like my clique

And all these bad b!tches, man

They want the, they want the, they want the

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