[Intro: James ExplainFauntleroy]
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, fuck it, because I want some

[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain't nobody fucking with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher 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, they want the

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I tell a bad bitch 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
Yup, She trying get me that poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu Tang
I'm rolling with... fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr! I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne
But I'm the fucking villain, man, they kneeling when I walking in the building
Freaky women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling
What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Yeah I'm talking Ye', yeah I'm talking Rih
Yeah I'm talking Bey, nigga I'm talking me
Yeah I'm talking bossy, I ain't talking Kelis
Your 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 cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' with we, me
Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a man ain't nothin' nobody can do with me
Now who with me? ЎVбmonos! Call me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the shit, at 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 it only means one thing
You ain't fucking with my clique

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival - the unamerican idols
What 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 gone 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 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 sun rays
So I just meditate at the home in Pompei
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Everytime I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real, got me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my momma passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is that
But I been talking to God for so long
And if you look at my life I guess he's talking back
Fucking with my clique

[Hook]
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Clique Lyrics

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Kanye West – Clique Lyrics

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[Intro: James ExplainFauntleroy]

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, fuck it, because I want some



[Hook: Big Sean]

Ain't nobody fucking with my

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher 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, they want the



[Verse 1: Big Sean]

I tell a bad bitch 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

Yup, She trying get me that poo-tang

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

I'm ¿rodando con... mierda estoy diciendo? chica, sabes mi nombre tripulación
sabes Chainz 2? Scrrr! I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne

But I'm the fucking villain, man, they kneeling when I walking in the building

Freaky women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling

What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be

Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see



[Hook]



[Verse 2: Jay Z]

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

Yeah I'm talking Bey, nigga I'm talking me

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

Your 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 cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' with we, me

Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250

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

Now who with me? �V�monos! Call me Hov or Jefe

Translation, I'm the shit, at 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 it only means one thing

You ain't fucking with my clique



[Hook]



[Verse 3: Kanye West]

Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci

My girl a superstar all from a home movie

Bow on our arrival - the unamerican idols

What 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 gone 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 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 sun rays

So I just meditate at the home in Pompei

About how I could build a new Rome in one day

Everytime I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis

But I just wanna design hotels and nail it

Shit is real, got me feeling Israelian

Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian

Went through, deep depression when my momma passed

Suicide, what kinda talk is that

But I been talking to God for so long

And if you look at my life I guess he's talking back

Fucking with my clique