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*ck it, cause I want some
B.I.G. fuckin' with me, oh god, whoa
OK ain't nobody fucking with my [A]clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my [A]mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like [F]my [A]clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all [Em]these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like [F]I'm coming out the driveway
It's grind day, from Friday, to [C7]next Friday
I been up stɾaight for [Dm7]nine days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She tɾying get me that poo-tang
I might let my [A]crew bang, my [A]crew deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm ɾolling with, f*ck I'm saying? Girl, you [A7know my [A]crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrr!
I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling when I'm walking in the building
Freaky women I be [Am]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 fucking with my [A]clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)
Ain't nobody fresher than my [A]mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like [F]my [A]clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all [Em]these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the
Yeah, I'm talking 'Ye, yeah, I'm talking Rih'
Yeah, I'm talking B', nigga, I'm talking me
Yeah, I'm talking bossy, I ain't talking Kelis
Your money too short, you [A7can't be [Am]talking to [C7]me
Yeah I'm talking LeBron, we ball [Em]in our family tɾee
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' with we
Me turn that 62 to [C7]125, 125 to [C7]a 250
250 to [C7]a half a million, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! Call [Em]me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the shit, least that what my [A]neck say
Least that what my [A]check say, lost my [A]homie for [Dm7]a decade
Nigga down for [Dm7]like [F]12 years, ain't hug his son [C7]since second grade
He never told, who we gon' tell, we top of the totem [A]pole
It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
And all [Em]our eyes green it only means one thing
You ain't fucking with my [A]clique
(Ain't nobody fucking with my [A]clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)
Ain't nobody fresher than my [A]mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like [F]my [A]clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
And all [Em]these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the
Break ɾecords at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all [Em]from a home movie
Bow on [C7]our arrival, the Un-American idols
What niggas did in Paris, got [Fm7]'em [A]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 [A]Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine tinted and [Bm]his might have been ɾented
You know white people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe [Am]they get money, buy a business
I ɾather buy 80 gold chains and [Bm]go ig'nant
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me but let me finish
Blame it on [C7]the pigment, we living no limits
Them [A]gold Master P ceilings was [Am7]just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm looking at a crib ɾight next to [C7]where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn't ɾeally drunk he just had a few brews
Pass the ɾefreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew's presence
Speedboat swerve homie watch out for [Dm7]the waves
I'm way too black to [C7]burn from sun ɾays
So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like [F]he's Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and [Bm]nail it
Shit is ɾeal got [Fm7]me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian
Went through, deep depression [C7]when my [A]momma passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is that?
But I been talking to [C7]God for [Dm7]so long [Am]and [Bm]if you [A7look at my [A]life I guess he's talking back
Fucking with my [A]clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my [A]mothafuckin' clique
As I look around, they don't do it like [F]my [A]clique
And all [Em]these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the
