T.I. - Clique (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: James Fauntleroy] 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** it, cause I want some B-I-G Who f**ing with me? Oh god! [Hook: Big Sean] Ain't nobody f**ing with my Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my muthaf**ing 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 b**hes, man, they want the... They want the... they want the... [Verse 1: T.I.] 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 n***as, bring pain to these n***as I'm in this b**h you know you shouldn't came p**y n***a 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 b**hes count Say there's a hotter n***a, where? Here? Now? Point him out Tell when you see me now you now we run sh** We about that action training, go Nobody do it like my muthauckin' clique [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Sean] I tell a bad b**h 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... f** 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 f**ing 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 k**ing everything that he see for the dough [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Yeah, I'm talking Ye, yeah, I'm talking Rih Yeah, I'm talking B, n***a, 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 f**in' 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 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 It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team And all our eyes green it only means one thing You ain't f**ing with the clique [Hook] [Verse 4: 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 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 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 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 Pa** 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 sh** is real, got me feeling Israelian Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian Went through, deep depression when my momma pa**ed 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 f**ing with my clique [Hook]