What all the dollar you murder for? Is that the one fightin' for your soul? All your brothers are one that you're runnin' from But if you got money, * it, then I want some B.I.G. Oh God Woah Okay, ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique Clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' clique 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 B.I.G. Oh God I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say My block behind me like I'm comin' out the driveway It's grind day from Friday to next Friday I been up straight for nine days, I need a spy day She try and give me that poutine I might let my crew bang my crew deeper than Wu-Tang I'm rollin' with, huh, * I'm sayin' Girl, you know my crew name, you know 2 Chainz Girl, I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wayne But I'm the fuckin' villain, man, they kneelin' When I'm walkin' in the building, freaky women, I be feelin' From the bank accounts, I'm feelin', what a feelin' All men ain't got a fear, young playa from Adidas Killin' everything that he see, put it, go Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' clique Clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, they all do it like my clique Clique, clique, clique, clique And all these bad bitches, man, they want the They want the Yeah, I'm talkin' Ye Yeah, I'm talkin' Rih Yeah, I'm talkin' B Nigga, I'm talkin' me Yeah, I'm talkin' boss, I ain't talkin' police Your money too short, you can't be talkin' to me Yeah, I'm talkin' LeBron, we ballin', our family tree Good music, drug-dealin' cousin, ain't nothin' fuckin' with we Me, turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250 250 to a half a million, ain't nothin' nobody could do with me Now, who with me? Rominos, call me Hov or Hefe Translation, I'm the *, least that's what my neck say Least that's what my check say, lost my homie for a decade Nigga down for like 12 years, ain't huggin' since the second grade Uh, he never told Who we 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 fuckin' with the clique Clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' clique Clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, they all do it like my clique Clique, clique, clique, clique And all these bad bitches, man, they want the They want the They want the Break records to Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci My girl a superstar, all from her home movie Bow on our rival, the un-American idols With niggas dead in pairs, got him hangin' off the Eiffel Yeah, I'm talkin' business, we talkin' CIA I'm talkin' George Tennant, I seen him the other day He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same Except my attendant and his might have been rented You know white people get money, don't spend it Or maybe they get money by Venice I'd rather buy 80 gold chains than go ignorant I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish Blame it on the pigment, we livin' no limits Them gold masterpieces, this was just a figment Of our imagination, MTV Cribs Now I'm lookin' at a crib right next to where TC lived That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accused He wasn't really drunk, he just had fruit brews Past 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 some rays So I just meditated 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 This * is real, got me feelin' Israelian Like Bard, Raphael, or Giselle, no, that's Brazilian Went through deep depression when my mama passed Suicide, what kind of talk is that? But I've been talkin' to God for so long Now if you look at my life, I guess he talkin' back Fuckin' with my clique Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' clique As I look around, they don't do her like my clique And all these bad bitches, man, they want the They want the, they want the Go