Clique Lyrics - The Black Bar Mitzvah - Rick Ross

Hottest niggas in the game 

MMG, tour starts in a few weeks 

If you fucking with it, fuck with me 

Ha ha 

Watch me cost a buck, chain cost me a truck 

Double MB the clique my coupe more than your bus 

Think it's solved to sward, but nigga just double up 

See me jumpin on stage, more chains than Mardi Gras 

Bitches been going wild hit the sound cliche 

Give me two bitches we could do this three ways 

Four miss calls on my iPhone five 

Bitch six feet tall got me fighting for my life 

Telephone lines ringing, calling Angie Martinez 

Think I've just seen the boss, see dating to Puerto Rican 

All gold jewels in this snow white mink 

Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me 

Roll hard give me mollie coffee by the key 

Got the weed roll twist hard a few weeks 

She said fuck me, must wanna fuck me 

Man we be the clique, man I'm so the shit 

Boy just simmer down, man I take the bitch 

Yeah we at the game and we sit front row 

Every time you see me I'll be on the front row 

Thick Cuban link, new Benz, gold piece 

Benz outside aint' even gotta speak 

New Cuban link with the all gold piece 

Benz outside I ain't even gotta speak, uh 

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As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music) 

You know this bad bitches 

they want the, they want the, they want 

Yeah I'm talking gun play, yeah I'm walking too 

Yeah that nigga ready, yeah that defo true 

Yeah I'm really bad yeah I out anybody 

Pointed now my lighter join and take his face in and out it 

Yeah I spill my Corse on your Michael Kors, whore 

Yeah so the fuck what? I could buy you more 

Yeah in front of hood, yeah I'm from the floor 

Hoes in the roof, hardly had a door 

Kitchen on door, pitchin on purp 

Free different digies all lit up like a fur 

Nigga where your fee, see the white fright hair 

So matter ain't think everything pair 

Man the clique 

Photos 

As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music) 

And all this bad bitches man they wonder 

They wonder, they wonder, they wonder 

Yeah yeah yeah 

Now extra double M dream team doing something special 

Bout to kill the shit so get the casket and the shovel 

And no Olympic sevens I need rings in the medal 

When I'm now from Trillville so I tell em get upon my level 

I'm always going higher, I'm still on fire 

Do a lot of stuntin' but it's only too inspire 

Remember just a year ago these hoes ain't wanna speak 

Now they all be tryin to freak, they think I know I lay in mink 

I got a bad white bitch I know they spend cake on 

Just hope that she never fall off like Kreayshawn 

Even if she do forever I'm shit 

So much dope I'ma get we legit 

I ain't fucking with my clique 

As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music) 

You know this bad bitches 

they want the, they want the, they want 

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

Yeah, I'm talking B, nigga, 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 fuckin' with we, me 

Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250 

250 to a 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 shit, least that what my neck say 

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

Nigga 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 fucking with the clique 

As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music) 

You know this bad bitches 

they want the, they want the, they want 

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 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 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 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 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 

Shit is real, got me feeling Israelian 

Like Bar Refaeli, Gisele, nah that's Brazilian 

Went through, deep depression when my momma passed 

Suicide, what kinda 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 

Fucking with my clique 

As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music) 

You know this bad bitches 

they want the, they want the, they want 

Go! 

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