What of the dollar you murdered for
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Is that the one fighting
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for your soul
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Or your brotherĄ¯s the one
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that youĄ¯re running from
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But if you got money, f**k it,
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because I want some
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AinĄ¯t nobody f*ckinĄ¯ with my
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Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
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AinĄ¯t nobody freshinĄ¯
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than my muthafuckinĄ¯
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Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
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As I look around,
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they donĄ¯t do it like my
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Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
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And all these bad bitches, man,
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they want the
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They want the, they want the
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I tell a bad b***h do whatever I say
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My block behind me
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like IĄ¯m coming out the driveway
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ItĄ¯s grande, from Friday,
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to next Friday
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I been up straight for nine
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days, I need a spa day
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She tryna get me that poo tang
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I might let my crew bang
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My crew deeper than Wu Tang
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IĄ¯m rolling with Huh f**k
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IĄ¯m saying
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Girl, you know my crew name
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You know 2 Chainz Scrrr
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IĄ¯m pullinĄ¯ up in that Bruce Wanye
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But IĄ¯m the f**kinĄ¯ villian,
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man, they kneelin
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when I walkin in the building
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Freaky women I be feelinĄ¯
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from the bank accounts IĄ¯m fillinĄ¯
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What a feeling, ah man,
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they gotta be
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Young player from the D thatĄ¯s
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killinĄ¯ everything that he see
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AinĄ¯t nobody f*ckinĄ¯ with my
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Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
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AinĄ¯t nobody freshinĄ¯
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than my muthafuckinĄ¯
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Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
|
As I look around,
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they donĄ¯t do it like my
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Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
|
And all these bad bitches,
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man, they want the
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They want the, they want the
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Yeah am talking YeĄ¯, yeah am
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talking RihĄ¯, yeah IĄ¯m talking
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Bey, nigga IĄ¯m talking me
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Yeah IĄ¯m talking bossy,
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I ainĄ¯t talking Kelis
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YouĄ¯re money too short,
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you canĄ¯t be talking to me
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Yeah IĄ¯m talking LeBron,
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we balling our family tree
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G.O.O.D Music drug dealing drug
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cousin, ainĄ¯t
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nothing f**kinĄ¯ with we
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Turn that 62 to 125, 125,
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to a 250, 250 to a half a milli,
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ainĄ¯t nothinĄ¯ nobody
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can do with me
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Now who with me
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Vamonos
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Call me Hov or jefe
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Translation, IĄ¯m the shit
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Least that what my neck say,
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least that what my check say
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Lost my homie for a decade,
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nigga down for like 12 years,
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ainĄ¯t hug his son
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since the second grade
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He never told, who we gonna tell,
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we top of the totem pole
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ItĄ¯s the dream team
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meets the supreme team,
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and all our eyes green
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and only means one thing
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You ainĄ¯t fuckinĄ¯ with my clique
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Clique, clique, clique, clique,
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AinĄ¯t nobody freshinĄ¯
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than my muthafuckinĄ¯
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Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
|
As I look around,
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they donĄ¯t do it like my
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Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
|
And all these bad b***hes,
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man, they want the
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They want the, they want the
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Break records of Louie
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Ate breakfast at Gucci
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My girl a superstar all
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from a home movie
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Bow on our arrival
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the unamerican idols
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When niggas did in Paris got em
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hanging off the Eiffel
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Yeah IĄ¯m talking business
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We talking CIA
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IĄ¯m talking George Tenet
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I seen him the other day
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He asked me about my Maybach
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Think he had the same
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Except mine tinted and his might
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have been rented
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You know white people
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get money donĄ¯t spend it
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Or maybe they get money,
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buy a business
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I rather buy 80 gold chains
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and go igĄ¯nant
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I know Spike Lee gon kill me
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but let me finish
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Blame it on the pigment,
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we living no limits
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Them gold master p
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ceilings was just a figment
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Of our imagination, MTV cribs
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Now IĄ¯m looking at a crib right
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next to where TC lives
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ThatĄ¯s Tom Cruise,
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whatever she accuse
|
He wasnĄ¯t really drunk
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he just had a few brews
|
Pass the refreshment
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a cool cool beverage
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Everything I do need
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a news crew present
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Steve-O swerve homie,
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watch out for the waves
|
IĄ¯m way too black to burn
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from sunrays
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So I just meditated the home
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in Pompay
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About how I could build a new
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Rome in one day
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Every time IĄ¯m in Vegas
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they screaming
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like heĄ¯s Elvis
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But I just wanna design
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hotels and nail it
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Shit is real got me feelinĄ¯
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Isrealian
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Like Bar Refaeli Gisele,
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no thats Brazilian
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Went through deep depression
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when my momma passed
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Suicide what kind of talk is that
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But IĄ¯ve been talking to God
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for so long
|
That I have you look in my life
|
I guess he talking back
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FuckinĄ¯ with my clique
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AinĄ¯t nobody freshinĄ¯
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than my muthafuckinĄ¯ Clique
|
As I look around,
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they donĄ¯t do it like my Clique
|
And all these bad b**hes,
|
man, they want the
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They want the, they want to GO
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Clique
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| Kanye West, Jay-Z, Big Sean |
