Hit-Boy - Clique

Song Rating: 9.59/10

Song lyrics:

[Produced by Kanye West, Hit-Boy, Anthony Kilhoffer, and Noah Goldstein]

[Intro: James Fauntleroy]
What of the dollar you murdered for?
Is that the one fighting for your soul?
Or your brothers the one that youre running from?
But if you got money, f** it, ‘cause I want some

[Big Sean]
B-I-G, who f**in with me?
Oh God! Okay

[Hook: Big Sean]
Aint nobody f**in with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Aint nobody fresher than my muhf**in clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they dont do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad b**hes, man
They want the, they want the, they want the

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
(B-I-G, oh God! Go)
I tell a bad b**h do whatever I say
My block behind me, like Im coming out the driveway
Its grind day, from Friday to next Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, she tryin to get me that poon-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang
Im rollin with... f** Im saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr!
Im pullin up in that Bruce Wayne
But Im the f**in villain
Man, they kneelin when Im walking in the buildin
Freaky women I be feelin from the bank accounts Im fillin
What a feelin! Ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D
Thats k**ing everything that he see for the dough

[Hook: Big Sean]
Aint nobody f**in with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Aint nobody fresher than my muhf**in clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they dont do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad b**hes, man
They want the, they want the, they want the

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
(Click clack, stick em up!)
Yeah, Im talkin Ye, yeah, Im talkin Rih
Yeah, Im talkin B, n***a, Im talkin me
Yeah, Im talkin bossy, I aint talkin Kelis
Your money too short, you cant be talking to me
Yeah, Im talkin LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin
Aint nothin f**in with we, me
Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a million, aint nothin nobody can do with me


Now, who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe
Translation: Im the sh**, least that what my neck say
Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
n***a down for like 12 years
Aint hug his son since the second grade
Uh, he never told—who he gonna tell?
We top of the totem pole
Its the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green, it only means one thing
You aint f**in with the clique

[Hook: Big Sean]
Aint nobody f**in with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Aint nobody fresher than my muhf**in clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they dont do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad b**hes, man
They want the, they want the, they want the

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the un-American idols
What n***as did in Paris, got em hangin off the Eiffel
Yeah, Im talkin business, we talkin CIA
Im talkin 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, dont spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ignant
I know Spike Lee gon k** me, but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we livin no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs
Now Im lookin at a crib right next to where TC lives
Thats Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasnt really drunk, he just had a frew brews
Pa** the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crews presence
Speedboat swerve, homie, watch out for the waves
Im way too black to burn from sunrays
So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time Im in Vegas they screamin like hes Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
sh** is real, got me feelin Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, or Gisele—no, thats Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my mama pa**ed
Suicide, what kinda talk is that?
But I been talkin to God for so long
That if you look at my life I guess hes talkin back
f**in with my clique

[Outro: Big Sean]
Aint nobody fresher than my muhf**in clique
As I look around, they dont do it like my clique
And all these bad b**hes, man
They want the, they want the, they want the
Go!

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 08:06