[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 you're running from?
But if you
got money, fuck it, cause I want some
[Hook: Big
Sean]
Clique,
clique, clique, clique,
Ain't
nobody fresher than my muthafuckin
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 bitches, man, they want the
Clique, As
I look around, they don't do it like my
Clique, And
all these bad bitches, man, they want the
[ Verse1:
Nicki Minaj ]
When my
goons come through and start shooting stars
You know,
I'm all about shoes and cars
I'm kinda
drunk off blue Bacardi
I told Baby
when I get my new advance
I'mma blow
that motherfucker on a blue Bugatti
You know, I
graduated summa cum laude
That's why
they thinking I'm Illuminati
And matter
fact, let's kiss and make-up
I'll help
you escape on my blue Ducati
Hallelujah!
[ Hook: Big
Sean ]
Clique, As
I look around, they don't do it like my
Clique, And
all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want
the, they want the
[ Verse2:
Nicki Minaj ]
Well, this
thang so good, make a nigga wanna sob (Hmm, hmm)
You don't
need a feature?
Nigga, I'm
the feature
You gon' be
the priest, and I'mma be the preacher
You can be
the he-man, I'mma be the she-ra
You can be
the Grim
Hallelujah!
[ Hook: Big
Sean ]
Clique, As
I look around, they don't do it like my
Clique, And
all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want
the, they want the
[Outro:
Nicki Minaj (whispering)
Um, yeah,
yeah
Nicki,
B.o.B, ho
(Shh...
they might be listening)
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