[Intro: James ExplainFauntleroy]
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, $#&@ it, because I want some


[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain't nobody $#&@ing with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my mutha$#&@in
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 (*##$es, man, they want the
They want the, they want the, they want the


[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I tell a bad (*##$ 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... $#&@ 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 $#&@ing villain, man, they kneeling when I 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 killing everything that he see


[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jay Z]

Yeah I'm talking Ye', yeah I'm talking Rih
Yeah I'm talking Bey, ^!$$% 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 balling our family tree
G.O.O.D Music drug dealing cousin, ain't nothing $#&@in' with we, me

Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a man ain't nothin' nobody can do with me
Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe

Translation, I'm the %#@!, at least that what my neck say
Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
^!$$% 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 $#&@ing with my clique

[Hook]


[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci

My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival - the unamerican idols
What ^!$$%s 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 ig'nant
I know Spike Lee gone kill 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 few 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 sun rays

So I just meditate at the home in Pompei
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
%#@! is real, got me feeling Israelian

Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my momma passed
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

$#&@ing with my clique

[Hook]