[Intro: James Fauntleroy]
What of the dollar you murdered for
Is that the one fighting for your soul
Or your brother's the one that [bad word] from
But if you got money, [bad word] it, because I want some

[Hook: Big Sean]
Ain't nobody [bad word] with my
Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my [bad word] 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 [bad word]  man, they want the
They want the, they want the, they want the

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I tell a bad [bad word] do whatever I say
My block behind me like [bad word] out the driveway
It's grande, 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... [bad word] I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr! I'm pulling up in that [bad word] Wayne
But I'm the [bad word] 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 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, [bad word] 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.Music [bad word] dealing cousin, ain't nothing [bad word]  with we, me
Turn that 62 to 125, 125, to a 250
250 to a half a million, man ain't nothin' nobody can do with me
Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the [bad word]  at least that what my neck say
Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
Where niggas dead 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 [bad word]  whatever she accuse
He wasn't really [bad word] he just had a few brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crews 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 Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it [bad word] 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 [bad word] with my clique