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Kanye West f/ Jay-Z & Big Sean - Clique Lyrics

  Album: G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

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What of the dollar you murdered for
Is that the one fighting for your soul
Or your brotherís the one that youíre running from
But if you got money, f*** it, because I want some

[Hook: Big Sean]
Ainít nobody f***iní with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ainít nobody fresher than my muthaf***iní
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they donít do it like my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bi***es, man, they want the
They want the, they want the

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I tell a bad bi*** do whatever I say
My block behind me like Iím coming out the driveway
Itís grind-day, 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
Iím rolling with (Huh) f*** Iím saying?
Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr!
Iím pulliní up in that Bruce Wanye
But Iím the f***iní villian, man, they kneelin when I walkin in the building
Freaky women I be feeliní from the bank accounts Iím filliní
What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D thatís killiní everything that he see


Yeah am talking Yeí, yeah am talking Rihí, yeah Iím talking B, nigga Iím talking me
Yeah Iím talking bossy, I ainít talking Kelis
Your money too short, you canít be talking to me
Yeah Iím talking LeBron, we balling our family tree
G.O.O.D Music drug dealing drug cousin, ainít nothing f***iní with we, me
Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250, 250 to a half a man, ainít nothiní nobody can do with me
Now who with me? °VŠmonos! Call me Hov or jefe
Translation, Iím the sh**. Least that what my neck say, least that what my check say
Lost my homie for a decade, nigga down for like 12 years, ainít hug his son since the second grade
He never told, who we gonna tell, we top of the totem pole
Itís the dream team meets the supreme team, and all our eyes green and only means one thing
You ainít f***iní 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
What niggas did in Paris got em hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah Iím talking business
We talking CIA
Iím 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 donít spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go igínant
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 Iím looking at a crib right next to where TC lives
Thatís Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasnít really drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew presence
Speed Boat swerve homie, watch out for the waves
Iím way too black to burn from sunrays
So I just meditated the home in Pompei
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time Iím in Vegas they screaming like heís Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
sh** is real got me feeliní Isrealian
Like Bar Refaeli Gisele, no thats Brazilian
Went through deep depression when my momma passed
Suicide what kind of talk is that
But Iíve been talking to God for so long
That if have you look in my life I guess he talking back
f***iní with my clique

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