Is that the one fighting for your soul?

Or your brothers, the one that you're running from?

But if you got money, f*** it, cause I want some

B-I-G

Who f***ing with me?

Oh God!

Okay, ain't nobody f****** with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my muthaf*****' 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 b******, man, they want the

They want the, they want the

I tell a bad b**** 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 in Wu Tang

I'm rolling with... f*** 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 f****** villian, man, they kneeling when I'm 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 for the dough

Big Sean [Hook]

Yeah I'm talking Ye, yeah I'm talking Rih

Yeah I'm talking B, n****, 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 f*****' with we, me

Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250

250 to 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 s***, least that what my neck say

Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade

N**** 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 f****** with the clique

Big Sean [Hook]

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 n***** 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'd 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 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 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

S*** is real, got me feeling Israelian

Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian

Went through, deep, depression when my momma passed

Suicide, what kind of 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

F****** with my clique

[Hook]