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Clique - Hip Hop Nation
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
B I G
F**k with me
Oh god
Wooo OK
Ain't nobody f**king with my
Clique clique clique clique clique
Ain't nobody freshing than my muthaf**kin'
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**ches man they want the
They want the they want the Oh god
I tell a bad b**ch 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 pulling up in that Bruce Wanye
But I'm the f**king villian man
They kneelin when I walkin 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
Ain't nobody f**king with my
Clique clique clique clique clique
Ain't nobody freshing than my muthaf**king
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**ches man they want the
They want the they want the
Yeah am talking Ye' yeah am talking Rih'
Yeah I'm talking Bey ni**a 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 ** dealing ** cousin
Ain't nothing f**king 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; vamanos Hov Call me
Translation I'm the sh*t Least that what my neck say
Least that what my check say
Lost my homie for a decade
Ni**a 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 f**king with my clique
Clique clique clique clique
Ain't nobody freshing than my muthaf**king
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**ches 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 we 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 going 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
Sh*t is real got me feeling 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
F**kin' with my clique
Ain't nobody freshing
Than my muthaf**kin'clique
As I look around they don't do it like my clique
And all these bad b**ches man they want the
They want the they want the