Clique (Album Version|Edited)

Clique (Album Version|Edited) - Ye/Jay-Z/Big Sean

Lyrics by：Kanye West/Chauncey Hollis/Sean Anderson/Shawn Carter/James Fauntleroy

Composed by：Kanye West/Chauncey Hollis/Sean Anderson/Shawn Carter/James Fauntleroy

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

Oh God

Woah

Okay ain't nobody ****in' with my clique

Clique clique clique clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my muh****in' 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 *****es man they want the-

They want the-

B-I-G oh God

Go

I tell a bad ***** do whatever I say

Yup

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

Swerve

It's grind day from Friday to next Friday

Woah

I been up straight for nine days I need a spa day

Spa day

Yup she try and gimme that poon-tang

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

Woah

I'm rollin' with ha **** I'm saying

Girl you know my crew name

You know 2 Chainz

Skrrt I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wayne

But I'm the ****in' 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

Okay ain't nobody ****in' with my clique

Clique clique clique clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'****in' 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 *****es man they want the-

They want the- they want the-

Go

Click clack stick 'em up

Yeah I'm talkin' Ye

Clique

Yeah I'm talkin' Rih

Clique

Yeah I'm talkin' B

Clique

N***a I'm talkin' me

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

Your money too short you can't be talkin' to me

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

G.O.O.D. Music d**g-dealing cousin ain't nothin' ****in' with we

Me turn that sixty-two to one-twenty-five

One-twenty-five to a two-fifty

Two-fifty to a half a man ain't nothin' nobody can do with me

Now who with me

Vámonos Call me Hov or Jefe

Translation I'm the **** 'least that what my neck say

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

N***a down for like twelve years ain't hug his son

Since the second grade

Uh he never told who he gon' 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 ****in' with the clique

Okay ain't nobody ****in' with my clique

Clique clique clique clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'****in' 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 *****es 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***as 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 eighty 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

**** 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 talkin' back

****in' with my clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'****in' clique

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

And all these bad *****es man they want the-

They want the- they want the-

Go