Jay-z - Clique (Remix)

Song Rating: 9.44/10

Song lyrics:

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 B.I.G. f**in with me, oh god, whoa OK aint nobody f**ing with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Aint nobody fresher than my mothaf**in clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they dont 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 I tell a bad b**h do whatever I say
My block behind me like Im coming out the driveway
Its grind day, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, She trying get me that poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang
Im rolling with, f** Im saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrr!
Im pulling up in that Bruce Wayne but Im the f**ing villain,
Man, they kneeling when Im walking in the building
Freaky women I be feeling from the bank accounts Im filling
What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D thats k**ing everything that he see (Aint nobody f**ing with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique) Aint nobody fresher than my mothaf**in clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they dont 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 Yeah, Im talking Ye, yeah, Im talking Rih
Yeah, Im talking B, n***a, Im talking me
Yeah, Im talking bossy, I aint talking Kelis
Your money too short, you cant be talking to me
Yeah Im talking LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, aint nothing f**in with we
Me turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a million, aint nothin nobody can do with me, now who with me?
¡Vámonos! 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, aint hug his son since second grade
He never told, who we gon tell, we top of the totem pole
Its the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green it only means one thing


You aint f**ing with my clique (Aint nobody f**ing with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique) Aint nobody fresher than my mothaf**in clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they dont 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 Break records at Louie, 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 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 wasnt really drunk he just had a few brews
Pa** the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crews presence
Speedboat swerve homie watch out for the waves
Im 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
Every time Im in Vegas they screaming like hes Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
sh** is real got me feeling Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah thats 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 hes talking back
f**ing with my clique Aint nobody fresher than my mothaf**in clique
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

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 10:34