Gunplay - Clique (Remix) Lyrics
[Intro: Rick Ross]Hottest niggas in the gameMMG, tour starts in a few weeksIf you *****ing with it, ***** with meHa ha[Verse 1: Rick Ross]Watch me cost a buck, chain cost me a truckDouble MB the clique my coupe more than your busThink it’s solved to sward, but nigga just double upSee me jumpin on stage, more chains than Mardi Gras*****es been going wild hit the sound clicheGive me two *****es we could do this three waysFour miss calls on my iPhone five***** six feet tall got me fighting for my lifeTelephone lines ringing, calling Angie MartinezThink I’ve just seen the boss, see dating to Puerto RicanAll gold jewels in this snow white minkKanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent meRoll hard give me mollie coffee by the keyGot the weed roll twist hard a few weeksShe said ***** me, must wanna ***** meMan we be the clique, man I’m so the shitBoy just simmer down, man I take the *****Yeah we at the game and we sit front rowEvery time you see me I’ll be on the front rowThick Cuban link, new Benz, gold pieceBenz outside aint’ even gotta speakNew Cuban link with the all gold pieceBenz outside I ain’t even gotta speak, uh[Hook: Big Sean]As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)You know this bad *****es they want the, they want the, they want[Verse 2: Gunplay]Yeah I’m talking gun play, yeah I’m walking tooYeah that nigga ready, yeah that defo trueYeah I’m really bad yeah I out anybodyPointed now my lighter join and take his face in and out itYeah I spill my Corse on your Michael Kors, whoreYeah so the ***** what? I could buy you moreYeah in front of hood, yeah I’m from the floorHoes in the roof, hardly had a doorKitchen on door, pitchin on purpFree different digies all lit up like a furNigga where your fee, see the white fright hairSo matter ain’t think everything pairMan the clique[Hook: Big Sean]As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)And all this bad *****es man they wonderThey wonder, they wonder, they wonder[Verse 3: Rockie Fresh]Yeah yeah yeahNow extra double M dream team doing something specialBout to kill the shit so get the casket and the shovelAnd new Olympic sevens I need rings and the medalWhen I’m not from Trillville but I tell em get up on my levelI’m always going higher, I’m still mo' fireDo a lot of stuntin' but it’s only too inspireRemember just a year ago these hoes ain't wanna speakNow they all be tryin to freak, they think I know I lay in minkI got a bad white ***** I know they spend cake onJust hope that she never fall off like KreayshawnEven if she do forever I’m shitSo much dope I’ma get we legitI ain’t *****ing with my clique[Hook][Verse 4: Jay Z]Yeah, I'm talking Ye, yeah, I'm talking RihYeah, I'm talking B, nigga, I'm talking meYeah, I'm talking bossy, I ain't talking KelisYour money too short, you can't be talking to meYeah, I'm talking LeBron, we ball in our family treeG.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothing *****in' with we, meTurn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250250 to a half a million, ain't nothin' nobody can do with meNow who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or JefeTranslation: I'm the shit, least that what my neck sayLeast that what my check say, lost my homie for a decadeNigga down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since the second gradeHe never told. Who we gonna tell? We top of the totem poleIt's the Dream Team meets the Supreme TeamAnd all our eyes green it only means one thingYou ain't *****ing with the clique[Hook][Verse 5: Kanye West]Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at GucciMy girl a superstar all from a home movieBow on our arrival - the un-American idolsWhat niggas did in Paris, got 'em hanging off the EiffelYeah I'm talking business, we talking CIAI'm talking George Tenet, I seen him the other dayHe asked me about my Maybach, think he had the sameExcept mine tinted and his might have been rentedYou know white people get money, don't spend itOr maybe they get money, buy a businessI rather buy 80 gold chains and go ign'antI know Spike Lee gone kill me but let me finishBlame it on the pigment, we living no limitsThem gold Master P ceilings was just a figmentOf our imagination, MTV cribsNow I'm looking at a crib right next to where TC livesThat's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuseHe wasn't really drunk he just had a frew brewsPass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverageEverything I do need a news crew's presenceSpeedboat swerve, homie watch out for the wavesI'm way too black to burn from sun raysSo I just meditate at the home in PompeiiAbout how I could build a new Rome in one dayEverytime I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's ElvisBut I just wanna design hotels and nail itShit is real, got me feeling IsraelianLike Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's BrazilianWent through, deep depression when my momma passedSuicide, what kinda talk is that?But I been talking to God for so longAnd if you look at my life I guess he's talking back*****ing with my cliqueGo!
