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've got money, F*** it, because i want some

[Hook: Big Sean]
Is not nobody F***in 'with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Is not nobody freshin 'than my muthaF***in'
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they do not do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, 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 grande, from Friday, to next Friday
I've been up for nine straight 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*** 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***in '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 players from the D that's Killin 'everything that he see


Yeah am talking Ye ', yeah am talking Rih', yeah I'm talking Bey, nigga I'm talking to
Yeah I'm talking bossy, I is not talking Kelis
You're too short money, you can not be talking to me
Yeah I'm talking LeBron, we balling our family tree
GOOD Music drug drug dealing cousin, nothing is not the F***in 'with we
Turn that 62 to 125, 125, to a 250, 250 to a half a milli, ain'ta 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, is not the 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 is not the F***in 'with my clique

[Kanye West:]
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 do not get money spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ig'nant
I know Spike Lee's 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 was not really drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the cool cool a refreshment 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 want to design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feelin 'Isrealian
Like Bar Refaeli Gisele, no thats Brazilian
Went through a 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
F***in 'with my clique

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