[00:00.000] 作词 : Carter, Shawn C.
[00:00.504] 作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
[00:01.008][Intro: James Fauntleroy & Big Sean]
[00:01.211]What of the dollar you murdered for?
[00:03.902]Is that the one fighting for your soul?
[00:06.310]Or your brother's the one that you're running from?
[00:08.951]But if you got money, **** it, ‘cause I want some
[00:12.550]B-I-G
[00:20.439]Who ****in' with me?
[00:20.641]Oh, God!
[00:21.196]Woah
[00:21.872]
[00:22.056][Chorus: Big Sean]
[00:22.383]Okay, ain't nobody ****in' with my clique
[00:24.898]Clique, clique, clique, clique
[00:27.968]Ain't nobody fresher than my muh****in' clique
[00:30.318]Clique, clique, clique, clique
[00:33.822]As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
[00:36.146]Clique, clique, clique, clique
[00:39.577]And all these bad b*****s, man, they want the-
[00:42.548]They want the-, they want the- (B-I-G, oh God)
[00:44.637]Go
[00:47.281]
[00:47.494][Verse 1: Big Sean]
[00:47.931]I tell a bad b***h do whatever I say (Yup)
[00:50.284]My block behind me, like I'm coming out the driveway (Swerve)
[00:53.341]It's grind day, from Friday to next Friday (Woah)
[00:56.138]I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (Spa day)
[00:59.130]Yup, she try and gimme that poon-tang
[01:02.078]I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang (Woah)
[01:04.823]I'm rollin' with, ha, **** I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
[01:07.724]You know 2 Chainz? Skrrt! I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wayne
[01:10.657]But I'm the ****in' villain, man, they kneelin' when I'm walking in the buildin'
[01:14.094]Freaky women I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin'
[01:16.857]What a feelin'! Ah man, they gotta be
[01:19.833]Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see for the dough
[01:22.555]
[01:22.772][Chorus: Big Sean]
[01:23.750]Okay, ain't nobody ****in' with my clique
[01:24.073]Clique, clique, clique, clique
[01:26.484]Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'****in' clique
[01:28.386]Clique, clique, clique, clique
[01:32.236]As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
[01:34.826]Clique, clique, clique, clique
[01:38.028]And all these bad b*****s, man, they want the-
[01:40.736]They want the-, they want the-
[01:42.894]Go
[01:45.476]
[01:45.707][Verse 2: JAY-Z]
[01:45.919](Click clack, stick 'em up)
[01:46.447]Yeah, I'm talkin' Ye (Clique) yeah, I'm talkin' Rih (Clique)
[01:48.065]Yeah, I'm talkin' B (Clique) nigga, I'm talkin' me
[01:50.948]Yeah, I'm talkin' bossy, I ain't talkin' Kelis
[01:53.679]Your money too short, you can't be talkin' to me
[01:56.736]Yeah, I'm talkin' LeBron, we ball in our family tree
[01:59.412]G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothin' ****in' with we
[02:02.335]Me, turn that sixty-two to one-twenty-five, one-twenty-five to a two-fifty
[02:06.253]Two-fifty to a half a, man, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me
[02:09.157]Now, who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe
[02:12.067]Translation: I'm the shit, 'least that what my neck say
[02:14.899]'Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
[02:17.758]Nigga down for like twelve years, ain't hug his son since the second grade
[02:20.928]Uh, he never told—who he gon' tell?
[02:24.557]We top of the totem pole
[02:25.954]It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
[02:28.873]And all our eyes green, it only means one thing: you ain't ****in' with the clique
[02:32.960]
[02:33.209][Chorus: Big Sean]
[02:34.113]Okay, ain't nobody ****in' with my clique
[02:34.311]Clique, clique, clique, clique
[02:36.780]Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'****in' clique
[02:39.133]Clique, clique, clique, clique
[02:42.478]As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
[02:44.811]Clique, clique, clique, clique
[02:47.807]And all these bad b*****s, man, they want the-
[02:49.990]They want the-, they want the-
[02:53.291]
[02:54.548][Verse 3: Kanye West]
[02:55.578]Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci
[02:58.017]My girl a superstar all from a home movie
[03:00.975]Bow on our arrival, the un-American idols
[03:03.856]What niggas did in Paris, got 'em hangin' off the Eiffel
[03:06.717]Yeah, I'm talkin' business, we talkin' CIA
[03:09.543]I'm talkin' George Tenet, I seen him the other day
[03:12.509]He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same
[03:15.869]Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
[03:18.953]You know, white people get money, don't spend it
[03:21.542]Or maybe they get money, buy a business
[03:24.616]I rather buy eighty gold chains and go ign'ant
[03:27.499]I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish
[03:30.445]Blame it on the pigment, we livin' no limits
[03:33.141]Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
[03:36.209]Of our imagination, MTV cribs
[03:38.880]Now I'm lookin' at a crib right next to where TC lives
[03:41.840]That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
[03:44.935]He wasn't really drunk, he just had a frew brews
[03:47.893]Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
[03:50.942]Everything I do need a news crew's presence
[03:53.948]Speedboat swerve, homie, watch out for the waves
[03:56.608]I'm way too Black to burn from sunrays
[03:59.608]So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
[04:02.471]About how I could build a new Rome in one day
[04:05.229]Every time I'm in Vegas they screamin' like, "He's Elvis"
[04:08.382]But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
[04:11.403]Shit is real, got me feelin' Israelian
[04:14.293]Like Bar Refaeli, or Gisele—no, that's Brazilian
[04:17.285]Went through, deep depression when my mama passed
[04:20.289]Suicide, what kinda talk is that?
[04:24.149]But I been talkin' to God for so long
[04:27.143]That if you look at my life I guess He talkin' back
[04:29.196]****in' with my clique
[04:30.217]
[04:30.508][Outro: Big Sean]
[04:33.891]Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'****in' clique
[04:39.641]As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
[04:45.355]And all these bad b*****s, man, they want the-
[04:48.281]They want the- they want the-
[04:52.246]Go

作词 : Carter, Shawn C.
作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
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, **** it, ‘cause I want some
B-I-G
Who ****in' with me?
Oh, God!
Woah

Okay, ain't nobody ****in' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muh****in' 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*****s, man, they want the-
They want the-, they want the- (B-I-G, oh God)
Go

I tell a bad b***h do whatever I say (Yup)
My block behind me, like I'm coming out the driveway (Swerve)
It's grind day, from Friday to next Friday (Woah)
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (Spa day)
Yup, she try and gimme that poon-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang (Woah)
I'm rollin' with, ha, **** I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Skrrt! I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wayne
But I'm the ****in' villain, man, they kneelin' when I'm walking in the buildin'
Freaky women I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin'
What a feelin'! Ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see for the dough

Okay, ain't nobody ****in' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'****in' 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*****s, man, they want the-
They want the-, they want the-
Go

(Click clack, stick 'em up)
Yeah, I'm talkin' Ye (Clique) yeah, I'm talkin' Rih (Clique)
Yeah, I'm talkin' B (Clique) nigga, I'm talkin' me
Yeah, I'm talkin' bossy, I ain't talkin' Kelis
Your money too short, you can't be talkin' to me
Yeah, I'm talkin' LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothin' ****in' with we
Me, turn that sixty-two to one-twenty-five, one-twenty-five to a two-fifty
Two-fifty to a half a, man, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me
Now, who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe
Translation: I'm the shit, 'least that what my neck say
'Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like twelve years, ain't hug his son since the second grade
Uh, he never told—who he gon' 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 ****in' with the clique

Okay, ain't nobody ****in' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'****in' 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*****s, man, they want the-
They want the-, they want the-

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 niggas did in Paris, got 'em hangin' off the Eiffel
Yeah, I'm talkin' business, we talkin' CIA
I'm talkin' 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 eighty gold chains and go ign'ant
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we livin' no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs
Now I'm lookin' 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 frew 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 sunrays
So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas they screamin' like, "He's Elvis"
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real, got me feelin' Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, or Gisele—no, that's Brazilian
Went through, deep depression when my mama passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is that?
But I been talkin' to God for so long
That if you look at my life I guess He talkin' back
****in' with my clique

Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'****in' clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
And all these bad b*****s, man, they want the-
They want the- they want the-
Go