Clique

(album: The Black Bar Mitzvah - 2012)

[Rick Ross:]
Hottest niggas in the game
MMG, tour starts in a few weeks
If you fucking with it, fuck with me
Ha ha

Watch me cost a buck, chain cost me a truck
Double M be the clique my coupe more than your bus
Think it's all facade, but nigga just double R
See me jumpin on stage, more chains than Mardi Gras
Bitches been going wild hate to sound cliche
Give me two bitches we could do this three ways
Four miss calls on my iPhone five
Bitch six feet tall got me fighting for my life
Telephone lines ringing, calling Angie Martinez
Think I've just seen the boss, he dating a Puerto Rican (true!)
All gold jewels in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry No ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Rohan give me Marley Coffee by the Key
Got the weed rolled, tour start in a few weeks
She said fuck me, must wanna fuck me

Man we be the clique, man I'm so the shit
Boy just simmer down, man I take your bitch
Yeah we at the game and we sit front row
Every time you see me I'll be on the front row
Thick Cuban link, new Benz, gold piece
Benz outside ain't even gotta speak
New Cuban link with the all gold piece
Benz outside I ain't even gotta speak, uh

As I look around they don't do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches they want the, they want the, they want

[Gunplay:]
Yeah I'm talking gunplay, yeah I walk it too
Yeah that nigga ratted, yeah that depo true
Yeah I'm really 'bout it, yeah I out anybody
Point him out, I light a joint and take his face and out it
Yeah I spill my Corse on your Michael Kors, whore
Yeah so the fuck what? I could buy you more
Yeah I'm from the hood, yeah I'm from the floor
Holes in the roof, hardly had a door
Kitchen on burn, pigeon on perm
Three different digies all lit up like a fir
Nigga where your feast? See the white right here
It's a Medellín thing; everything pure

Man the clique
As I look around they don't do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches they want the, they want the, they want

[Rockie Fresh:]
Yeah yeah yeah
Now it's the double M dream team doing something special
Bout to kill the shit so get the casket and the shovel
And new Olympic sevens I need rings and the medal
When I'm not from Trillville but I tell 'em get up on my level
I'm always going higher, I'm still mo' fire
Do a lot of stunting but it's only to inspire
Remember just a year ago these hoes ain't wanna speak
Now they all be tryin to freak, they think I know Wale and Meek
I got a bad white bitch I know they spend cake on
Just hope that she never fall off like Kreayshawn
Even if she do forever I'm shit
So much dope I'ma get we legit
I ain't fucking with my clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around they don't do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches they want the, they want the, they want
Clique clack stick em up

[Jay-Z:]
I'm talking yet, yeah I'm talking R, I'm talking B
Nigga I'm talking me, yeah I'm talking bossy
I ain't talking Kellis
Your money too short, you can't be talking to me
Yeah I'm talking LeBron we're balling our family tree
Good music drug dealing cousin ain't' nothing fucking but we
Me turn that city to the 125 125 to a 2 50
2 50 to a half a mill ain't nothing nobody could do with me
Now who with me, vamonos, call me Hov or Jeffe
Translation I'm the shit, least that's what my neck say
His stacks with my track say, lost my homie for decade
Nigga down for like twelve years, they ain't huggin son
Second grade, ah
He never told who we gonna tell
We top of the totem pole, it's the dream team
Miss the supreme team, and all my eyes screaming on me
Means one thing you ain't fuckin with the clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my mother fucking
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around and I do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all this bad bitches man they want the
They want the, they want the

[Big Sean:]
Break, break as the Louie, 8 records of Gucci
My girl a superstar all from my whole movie
Bow on our rival the Unamerican Idol
We niggas damn past, got them hangin off the ifle
Yeah I'm talking business, we talking CIA
I'm talking George Tenet I've seen em the other day
He ask me about my Maybach think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might a been rented
You know white people get money don't spend it
Or maybe they get money by business
I'd rather buy 80 gold chains and go ignant
I know Spike Lee gonna kill me but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we live with no limits
And go master piece, at least it was just a figment
Of out imagination MTV Cribs, now I'm looking at the crib
Right next that what TC live
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He weren't really drunk he just had frew brews
Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage
Everything I do needs a news crew's presence
See both swerve homie watch out for the rays
I'm way too black to burn from sun rays
So I just meditated the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time my man Vegas and screaming like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feeling Israelian
like Bar Rafaela and Gisele no that's Brazilian
Went through deep depression when my mama pass
Suicide what kind of talk is that
But I've been talking to God for so long if you look in my life
I guess he talking back, fucking with my clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfucking clique
'Cause I look around and I'm doing like my clique, clique
And all this bad bitches man they want the
They want the, they want
Go!
Maybach Music