Clique lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Hottest n*ggas in the game
MMG, tour starts in a few weeks
If you f*cking with it, f*ck with me
Ha ha

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Watch me cost a buck, chain cost me a truck
Double M be the clique my coupe more than your bus
Think it’s all facade, but n*gga just double R
See me jumpin on stage, more chains than Mardi Gras
b*tches been going wild hate to sound cliche
Give me two b*tches we could do this three ways
Four miss calls on my iPhone five
b*tch six feet tall got me fighting for my life
Telephone lines ringing, calling Angie Martinez
Think I’ve just seen the boss, he datin' a Puerto Rican (true!)
All gold jewels in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry No ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Rohan give me Marley Coffee by the Key
Got the weed rolled, tour start in a few weeks
She said f*ck me, must wanna f*ck me
Man we be the clique, man I’m so the sh*t
Boy just simmer down, man I take your b*tch
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 ain't even gotta speak
New Cuban link with the all gold piece
Benz outside I ain’t even gotta speak, uh
[Chorus: Big Sean]
As I look around they don't do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad b*tches they want the, they want the, they want

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
Yeah I'm talking gunplay, yeah I walk it too
Yeah that n*gga ratted, yeah that depo true
Yeah I'm really 'bout it, yeah I out anybody
Point him out, I light a joint and take his face and out it
Yeah I spill my Corse on your Michael Kors, whore
Yeah so the f*ck what? I could buy you more
Yeah I'm from the hood, yeah I’m from the floor
Holes in the roof, hardly had a door
Kitchen on burn, pigeon on perm
Three different digies all lit up like a fir
n*gga where your feast? See the white right here
It’s a Medellín thing; everything pure
Man the clique

[Chorus: Big Sean]
As I look around they don't do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad b*tches they want the, they want the, they want

[Verse 3: Rockie Fresh]
Yeah yeah yeah
Now it's the double M dream team doing something special
Bout to kill the sh*t so get the casket and the shovel
And new Olympic sevens I need rings and the medal
When I’m not from Trillville but I tell 'em get up on my level
I’m always going higher, I’m still mo' fire
Do a lot of stuntin' but it’s only to inspire
Remember just a year ago these hoes ain't wanna speak
Now they all be tryin to freak, they think I know Wale and Meek
I got a bad white b*tch I know they spend cake on
Just hope that she never fall off like Kreayshawn
Even if she do forever I’m sh*t
So much dope I’ma get we legit
I ain’t f*cking with my clique
[Chorus: Big Sean]
As I look around they don't do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad b*tches they want the, they want the, they want

[Outro]Maybach Music