Kanye West, JAY Z, Big Sean - 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, f**k it,
because I want some
Ain’t nobody f*ckin’ with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t nobody freshin’
than my muthafuckin’
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 bitches, man,
they want the
They want the, they want the
I tell a bad b***h do whatever I say
My block behind me
like I’m coming out the driveway
It’s grande, from Friday,
to next Friday
I been up straight for nine
days, I need a spa day
She tryna get me that poo tang
I might let my crew bang
My crew deeper than Wu Tang
I’m rolling with Huh f**k
I’m saying
Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz Scrrr
I’m pullin’ up in that Bruce Wanye
But I’m the f**kin’ villian,
man, they kneelin
when I walkin in the building
Freaky women I be feelin’
from the bank accounts I’m fillin’
What a feeling, ah man,
they gotta be
Young player from the D that’s
killin’ everything that he see
Ain’t nobody f*ckin’ with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t nobody freshin’
than my muthafuckin’
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 bitches,
man, they want the
They want the, they want the
Yeah am talking Ye’, yeah am
talking Rih’, yeah I’m talking
Bey, nigga I’m talking me
Yeah I’m talking bossy,
I ain’t talking Kelis
You’re money too short,
you can’t be talking to me
Yeah I’m talking LeBron,
we balling our family tree
G.O.O.D Music drug dealing drug
cousin, ain’t
nothing f**kin’ with we
Turn that 62 to 125, 125,
to a 250, 250 to a half a milli,
ain’t nothin’ nobody
can do with me
Now who with me
Vamonos
Call me Hov or jefe
Translation, I’m the shit
Least that what my neck say,
least that what my check say
Lost my homie for a decade,
nigga down for like 12 years,
ain’t hug his son
since the second grade
He never told, who we gonna tell,
we top of the totem pole
It’s the dream team
meets the supreme team,
and all our eyes green
and only means one thing
You ain’t fuckin’ with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique,
Ain’t nobody freshin’
than my muthafuckin’
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***hes,
man, they want the
They want the, they want the
Break records of Louie
Ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all
from a home movie
Bow on our arrival
the unamerican idols
When niggas did in Paris got em
hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah I’m talking business
We talking CIA
I’m talking 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 ig’nant
I know Spike Lee gon kill me
but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment,
we living no limits
Them gold master p
ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs
Now I’m looking 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 few brews
Pass the refreshment
a cool cool beverage
Everything I do need
a news crew present
Steve-O swerve homie,
watch out for the waves
I’m way too black to burn
from sunrays
So I just meditated the home
in Pompay
About how I could build a new
Rome in one day
Every time I’m in Vegas
they screaming
like he’s Elvis
But I just wanna design
hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feelin’
Isrealian
Like Bar Refaeli Gisele,
no thats Brazilian
Went through deep depression
when my momma passed
Suicide what kind of talk is that
But I’ve been talking to God
for so long
That I have you look in my life
I guess he talking back
Fuckin’ with my clique
Ain’t nobody freshin’
than my muthafuckin’ Clique
As I look around,
they don’t do it like my Clique
And all these bad b**hes,
man, they want the
They want the, they want to GO

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