clique (remix) {feat BIG SEAN, JAY Z & KANYE WEST} - T.I

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, cause I want some

BIG...fuckin with me...
Oh, God...Wow...
Ok....
 
Ain't nobody fucking with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin
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
 
It's H.U.S.T.L.E. gang

They try me, I bet we bang

Ride in the Chevy man, candy painted, day to day

Rain on these niggas, bring pain to these niggas

I'm in this bitch you know you shouldn't came pussy nigga

I'm a Pimp Squad OG

Quarter, half, whole thing

Score 24 keys, flip that, more cheese

Chya, hey, It's money that we talking about

How you want it? Cash, credit or the Swiss account?

I'm playing with a big amount

Make more than your bitches count

Say there's a hotter nigga, where?

Here? Now? Point him out

Tell when you see me now you now we run shit

We about that action training, go

Nobody do it like my muthauckin' clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin
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

I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say

My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway

It's grind day, from Friday, to next Friday

I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day

Yup, she trying get me that poo-tang

I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu Tang

I'm rolling with... fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name

You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr! 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 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 for the dough

Ain't nobody fucking with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin
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

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 can't be talking to me

Yeah, I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our family tree

G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothing fuckin' with we, me

Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250

250 to a half a million, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me

Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! 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 it only means one thing

You ain't fucking with the clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin
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

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 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 ign'ant

I know Spike Lee gone 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 frew brews

Pass 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 sun rays

So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii

About how I could build a new Rome in one day

Everytime I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis

But I just wanna design hotels and nail it

Shit is real, got me feeling Israelian

Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian

Went through, deep depression when my momma passed

Suicide, what kinda talk is that?

But I been talking to God for so long

And if you look at my life I guess he's talking back

Fucking with my clique

Ain't nobody fucking with my
Clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my
Clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the