Pryde - Clique (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] What up the dollar you murdered for Is that the one fighting for your soul? Now your brother's the one that you're running from but if you got money, whatever, I want some YeAH! Alright, D-Pryde, MarsMG [Hook] Ain't nobody runnin' with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, ain't nobody like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique And all these bad women man, they want the, YEAHH They want the, they want the, THEY WANT THE [Verse: 1] All my career I just wanted to be like Slim and Dre But over that I wanna grow up to be Phil and Jay Workin' for this cash like I'm trynna make a mill today Like a homeless man; need a change for a meal today Hungry like I never even ate a damn meal in days Choppin' rappers like cutlets, turn 'em to chicken melon ades (Ye-ye-yeAH) My dudes is real behind the wealth Selling merch like my clients tell I just work and work like I got no life, like that Range Roe we gon' buy and sell That [?] can't drive itself, T.K. don't doubt it Mighty broke but I'll get there cause you are who you hang out with Junior hustler in the making, tasting no defeat My breaking to-ta-lly, primate, I'm so monkey And that's my team-team, my gang-gang, my homies-homies, my crew-crew I'm crazy-crazy, I'm nutsy-nutsy, I'm dumby-dumby, I'm coo-koo Working-working, chip stacking-stacking, your girlfriend need a new dude You can't say-say that we don't work hard, you see the [?] all on my YouTube Team deep like Tyler's force, explode like bombs man Real chicks behind my voice, we do it big; MINAJ ASS You see us all on that Comcast, see me all on that front page Big money, you chump change, I'm a huge load and you're a nut stain And they don't wanna ever try and mess up with this huge team You would think we trynna make some turquoise cause we blue-green All up on some dumb ish, whatever cause you live once! My homies I came up with, so you know when them chips come, I go hammer Mom ain't really in the best condition so I play the game with precision, turn smiles to exorcisms Respect and recognition's what i fiend for, this means war Rollin' with my team, MARS, my team I feed for! Phil Jay; that's baby, Den-Z [?] AC J.R. to Cosby, steady catching bodies My team; we ride more, make it rain, you dry pour! YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS MY who*e, MY TEAM I DIE FOR! Found out my mama's cancer's int he 4th stage So I ain't into playing games, no arcade Eating beats by the second, this is gourmet Putting me first no Doe Rae And I'm riding with my clique, hell yeah I'm riding with my clique Ain't nobody fresher than my motherf**in' clique Lego, ha ha ha, MarsMG