Clique Lyrics - Cruel Summer - G.o.o.d. Music

[Intro] 

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] 

Ain't nobody f*ckin' with my 

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique 

Ain't nobody fresher than my muthaf*ckin' 

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 

[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 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*ck 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*ckin' 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 player from the D that's killin' everything that he see 

[Hook] 

Ain't nobody f*ckin' with my 

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique 

Ain't nobody fresher than my muthaf*ckin' 

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 

[Jay Z] 

Yeah am talking Ye', yeah am talking Rih', yeah I'm talking Bey, nigga 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 drug dealing drug cousin, ain't nothing f*ckin' 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? Vmonos! 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, 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*ckin' 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 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 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 

Shit is real got me feelin' 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*ckin' with my clique