Karaoké Clique Kanye West & Big Sean & Jay-Z

What of the dollar you murdered for

Is that the one fightin' for your soul

Or your brother's the one that you're runnin' from

But if you got money fuck it 'cos I want some

B-I-G

Oh God

Wow

Okay ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique

Clique, clique

Clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' 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 uh

They want the uh

They want the uh

B-I-G

Oh God

Go

I tell a bad bitch

Do whatever I say

Yeah

My block behind me like

I'm comin' out the driveway

Swerve

It's grind day from Friday to next Friday

Yeah

I been up straight for nine days

I need a spa day

Spa day

Yup

She tryin' to get me that poon-tang

I might let my crew bang

My crew deeper than Wu-Tang

Wow

I'm rollin' with

Fuck I'm sayin'

Girl you know my crew name

You know 2 Chainz

Skrrt

Yeah yeah yeah okay

I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wayne

But I'm the fuckin' villain

Man they kneelin' when I'm walkin' in the buildin'

Freaky women I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin'

What a feelin'

Ah man they gotta be

Young player from the D

Okay ain't nobody fuckin'

That's killin' everything that he see for the dough with my clique

Clique, clique

Oh God

Clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' 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 uh

They want the uh

They want the uh

Click clack

Stick 'em up

Yeah I'm talkin' Ye

Yeah I'm talkin' Rih

Yeah I'm talkin' B

Nigga I'm talkin' me

Yeah I'm talkin' bossy

I ain't talkin' Kelis

Your money too short

You can't be talkin' to me

Yeah I'm talkin' LeBron

We ball in our family tree

G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealin' cousin

Ain't nothin' fuckin' with we

Me

Turn that six-two to one-twenty-five

One-twenty-five to a two-fifty

Two-fifty 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's what my check say

Lost my homie for a decade

Nigga down for like twelve years

Ain't hug his son since the second grade

Uh

He never told

Who he 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

Okay ain't nobody fuckin'

You ain't fuckin' with the clique with my clique

Clique, clique

Clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' 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 uh

They want the uh

They want the uh

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 hangin' off the Eiffel

Yeah I'm talkin' business

We talkin' CIA

I'm talkin' George Tenet

I seen him the other day

He asked me 'bout 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 eighty gold chains and go ign'ant

I know Spike Lee gon' kill me but let me finish

Blame it on the pigment

We livin' no limits

Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment

Of our imagination

MTV cribs

Now I'm lookin' 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 sunrays

So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii about how I could build a new Rome in one day

Every time I'm in Vegas they screamin' like he's Elvis but I just wanna design hotels and nail it

Shit is real

Got me feelin' Israelian

Like Bar Refaeli or Gisele

No that's Brazilian

Went through deep depression when my mama passed

Suicide, what kinda talk is that

But I been talkin' to God for so long that if you look at my life

I guess He's talkin' back

Fuckin' with my clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' clique

As I look around they don't do it like my clique

And all these bad bitches man

They want the uh

They want the uh

They want the uh

Go