Gold decade singers - Take on me lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Hook: Big Sean] Ain't nobody f**in with my clique(X5) Ain't nobody fresher than my motherf**in' clique(x5) 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 [Verse 1: Big Sean] I tell a bad b**h do whatever I say My block behind me like Im coming out the driveway(swerve) Its grind day, 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 Im rolling with (Huh) f** Im saying? Girl, you know my crew name You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr! Im pullin up in that Bruce Wanye But Im the f**in villian, man, they kneelin when I walkin in the building Freaky women I be feelin from the bank accounts Im fillin What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be Young player from the D thats k**in everything that he see for the dough [Hook] [Jay-Z:] Yeah am talking Ye, yeah am talking Rih, yeah Im talking B, n***a Im talking me Yeah Im talking bossy, I ain't talking Kelis Youre money too short, you can't be talking to me Yeah Im talking LeBron, we balling our family tree G.O.O.D Music drug dealing cousin, ain't nothing f**in 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, 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, ain't hug his son since the second grade He never told, who we gonna tell, we top of the totem pole Its the dream team meets the supreme team, and all our eyes green and only means one thing You ain't f**in 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 n***as did in Paris got em hanging off the Eiffel Yeah Im talking business We talking CIA Im 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 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 living no limits Them gold master p ceilings was just a figment Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now Im looking at a crib right next to where TC lives Thats Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse He wasn't really drunk he just had a few brews Pa** the refreshment a cool cool beverage Everything I do need a news crew present Speedboat swerve homie watch out for the waves Im way too black to burn from sunrays So I just meditated the home in Pompei About how I could build a new Rome in one day Every time Im in Vegas they screaming like hes Elvis But I just wanna design hotels and nail it sh** is real got me feelin Isrealian Like Bar Refaeli Gisele, no thats Brazilian Went through deep depression when my momma pa**ed Suicide what kind of talk is that But Ive been talking to God for so long That if have you look in my life I guess he talking back f**in with my clique