Clique (feat. Kanye West
Big Sean Lyrics


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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, because I want some

Ain't nobody fucking with my
Clique, 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
They want the, they want the, they want the

I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway
It's grande, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day
Yup, She trying get me that poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu Tang
I'm rolling with... fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr! I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne
But I'm the fucking villain, man, they kneeling when I walking in the building
Freaky women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling
What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see

Ain't nobody fucking with my
Clique, 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
They want the, they want the, they want the

Yeah I'm talking Ye', yeah I'm talking Rih
Yeah I'm talking Bey, 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 balling 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 man ain't nothin' nobody can do with me
Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the shit, at 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 my clique

Ain't nobody fucking with my
Clique, 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
They want the, they want the, they want the

Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival - the unamerican 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 ig'nant
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 few 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 Pompei
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Everytime I'm in Vegas they screaming like he 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

Ain't nobody fucking with my
Clique, 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
They want the, they want the, they want the

Overall Meaning

The first verse opens up with a thought-provoking question asking whether money is worth the soul of the person who bled for it. Then, it transitions into a commentary on the close-knit group of people that the artist identifies with, his "clique". Sean expresses loyalty to his crew's prosperity and status, indicating that anyone who tries to infiltrate their circle is deemed unworthy. The chorus reinforces this idea, depicting that no one can touch his clique, and no one is fresher than they are. The second verse is dedicated to Big Sean's boss status and his ability to control women's actions, as he boasts about his wealth and crew name, and his bragging rights to sleeping with numerous attractive women. Finally, but the penultimate verse is when Kanye West becomes the dominant voice, as he sheds light on his success and riches, making references the Eiffel Tower, hotel design, and his interactions with famous celebrities. He touched upon subjects that could be considered taboo, mentioning suicide and talks with God. The verse closes with a return to the chorus, further emphasizing the group's exclusivity and control over their commercial space.


The lyrics of Big Sean's "Clique" are full of bravado and self-confidence as the artists claim their power over anyone who tries to challenge their success. However, the song's message transcends the braggadocious nature of its verses, including themes of loyalty, power, and exclusivity, common traits in the Hip Hop subculture. The song's chorus ties that pivotal concept to the song's title, "clique" – a tight-knit group that controls the space it occupies. Although the lyrics' content may veer towards materialism, the song's essence is a powerful anthem that supports and empowers its listeners.


Line by Line Meaning

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, because I want some
Have you forgotten the value of the money you killed for? Is that money worth fighting for your own soul, or are you running away from your responsibilities towards your family? But if you have money, never mind the consequences, because I too want it.


Ain't nobody fucking with my Clique, 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 They want the, they want the, they want the
My group of friends is unbeatable and no one is as fresh as us. From my perspective, no one is like us, and even these attractive women want to be part of my group.


I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway It's grande, from Friday, to next Friday I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day Yup, She trying get me that poo-tang I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu Tang I'm rolling with... fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name You know 2 Chainz? Scrrr! I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne But I'm the fucking villain, man, they kneeling when I walking in the building Freaky women I be feeling from the bank accounts I'm filling What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see
I can command bad women to do whatever I want. My friends are always with me, and it feels great to be a part of my clique. The fun never stops, and the girls keep trying to seduce me. My friends are close and united like a famous hip-hop group Wu Tang. I am important enough that I need not even bother by explaining who I am, and we roll up in a fancy car like Bruce Wayne. Despite being viewed as the villain, I am respected by women who are attracted to my wealth. Everyone knows who I am because I dominate everything that I see with my talent.


Yeah I'm talking Ye', yeah I'm talking Rih Yeah I'm talking Bey, 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 balling 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 man ain't nothin' nobody can do with me Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe Translation, I'm the shit, at 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 my clique
I am talking about myself, Kanye West and other influential people like Rihanna, Beyonce, and Kobe Bryant; only individuals as accomplished can talk to me. I come from good music, where some of my cousins deal drugs, and we are unbeatable together. I can turn a small sum of money into a massive fortune, that no one can handle. Who is with me? Let's go! Call me the boss, the chief or the head, because that is what I am. My neck and wealth justify this statement. I lost my friend for ten years, and he never shared his problems with anyone. We are at the top of the food chain, and our group is like the greatest NBA team, only we are incredibly rich and powerful.


Break records at Louie, ate breakfast at Gucci My girl a superstar all from a home movie Bow on our arrival - the unamerican 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 ig'nant 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 few 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 Pompei About how I could build a new Rome in one day Everytime I'm in Vegas they screaming like he 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
I broke a record at Louis Vuitton and had breakfast at Gucci. My girlfriend became famous from a homemade movie. We arrive in style and are the rebels who refuse to conform to traditional American standards. We live like we were in Paris and have fans all over Europe. I am in business, and I even talked to the former CIA director George Tenet, who drives the same car as mine, though his might be rented while mine is tinted. White people are known to gain money but never enjoy it, while Black people prefer spending it outrageously like buying 80 gold chains. Spike Lee might not like me for this, but this is the way I live unconstrained. I am limitless, and these gold ceilings are not imaginary, as seen in MTV Cribs. My new home is next to one of America's biggest stars, Tom Cruise. He was only drunk, not a criminal. Give us a cool drink, and people would want to know more about it. I sail on speedboats, but take caution to avoid crashing into waves. Being an African-American, I never get sunburn. When I am feeling down, I meditate on how I can change the world. Fans in Vegas are smitten by my presence, but my real goal is to build hotels with flair. My life experiences have been severe, but my faith in God keeps me going. People who mess with my crew have to face me.


Ain't nobody fucking with my Clique, 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 They want the, they want the, they want the
No one can touch my group of friends. We are the most stylish and fashionable crew around. No one can match our unique style. We are so captivating even these sultry women want to be in our circle.




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@Sareptha

The Illuminati doesn’t make music like this anymore 💔

@danielbirdhead1239

:D

@adb8003

LMFAOO

@petrauhrakova931

Right, I miss this dark shit. 😩

@SufyMax

😂😂

@user-un3jo2iw9x

Damn ur right but idk if I wanna like this comment lol

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@hudeyfaabdi610

This what happens when all the kids in the group put in 100% effort

@LuisGarcia-kt8lm

Its only missing Weezy F Baby🔥 or Clipse aka Puussssh

@jjtodd4645

Literally the whole group, not jus the smart one😂😂

@percingsadjmi3260

Trop puissant

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