Clique Lyrics & Tabs by Rick Ross feat. Gunplay & Rockie Fresh
Clique
guitar chords lyrics
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 MB the clique my coupe more than your bus
Think it’s solved to sward, but nigga just double up
See me jumpin on stage, more chains than Mardi Gras
Bitches been going wild hit the 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, see dating to Puerto Rican
All gold jewels in this snow white mink
Telephone lines ringing, calling Angie Martinez
Think I’ve just seen the boss, see dating to Puerto Rican
All gold jewels in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Roll hard give me mollie coffee by the key
Got the weed roll twist hard 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 the 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 aint’ even gotta speak
New Cuban link with the all gold piece
Benz outside I ain’t even gotta speak, uh
As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches
they want the, they want the, they want
Yeah I’m talking gun play, yeah I’m walking too
Yeah that nigga ready, yeah that defo true
Yeah I’m really bad yeah I out anybody
Pointed now my lighter join and take his face in and out it
Yeah I spill my Corse on your Michael Kors, whore
Yeah so the fuck what? I could buy you more
Yeah in front of hood, yeah I’m from the floor
Hoes in the roof, hardly had a door
Kitchen on door, pitchin on purp
Free different digies all lit up like a fur
Nigga where your fee, see the white fright hair
So matter ain’t think everything pair
Man the clique
As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
And all this bad bitches man they wonder
They wonder, they wonder, they wonder
Yeah yeah yeah
Now extra double M dream team doing something special
Bout to kill the shit so get the casket and the shovel
And no Olympic sevens I need rings in the medal
When I’m now from Trillville so I tell em get upon my level
I’m always going higher, I’m still on fire
Do a lot of stuntin' but it’s only too inspire
Remember just a year ago these hoes ain't wanna speak
Now they all be tryin to freak, they think I know I lay in mink
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
As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches
they want the, they want the, they want
Yeah, I'm talking Ye, yeah, I'm talking Rih
Yeah, I'm talking B, nigga, 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 fuckin' 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 shit, least that what my neck say
Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga 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 fucking with the clique
As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches
they want the, they want the, they want
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 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 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 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 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
Shit 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
Fucking with my clique
As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches
they want the, they want the, they want
Go!
Maybach Music
