The song peaked at #12 on the Billboard Hot 100 during the week of September 29, 2012. It charted for a total of 22 weeks.
Clique
Kanye West Lyrics
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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
B.I.G. fuckin' with me, oh god, whoa
OK ain't nobody fucking with my 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
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway
It's grind day, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (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? Skrr
I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling when I'm 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 mothafuckin' 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
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 second grade
He never told, who we 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 fucking with my clique
(Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)
Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' 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
Break records at Louie, 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 ig'nant
I know Spike Lee gon' 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 Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time 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
Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' 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
The song Clique by Kanye West, Jay-Z, and Big Sean is an ode to the powerful, tight-knit group of artists known as GOOD Music. The lyrics focus on the unity and dominance of their collective, with each rapper boasting about their own success and influence within the group. The chorus emphasizes this idea: "Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique," highlighting their unwavering loyalty to each other and their superiority over others outside of their circle.
The opening lines, "What of the dollar you murdered for? Is that the one fighting for your soul?" suggest that the pursuit of money has come at the cost of morality and personal values. Kanye questions the worth of the money they've earned and whether or not it's worth sacrificing their own soul for it. He then brings up the idea of running away from one's own brother, which could be interpreted as a reference to competition and jealousy within the rap industry. Despite this, Kanye concludes that if you have money, go for it, because he wants it too.
Jay-Z's verse references the death of rapper Biggie Smalls, who Jay-Z knew personally. He exclaims, "B.I.G. fuckin' with me, oh god, whoa," implying that he has inherited Biggie's legacy and talent. He also cites his own success and influence in the music industry, calling himself "Jefe" (Spanish for "boss") and declaring himself the shit.
Big Sean's verse describes his own rise to success, with references to his block and his crew. He boasts about his wealth and the "freaky women" he attracts because of it. He also references his cousin, who dealt drugs and was killed, further emphasizing the idea that success can come at a cost.
Overall, the lyrics of Clique promote the idea of brotherhood and loyalty within the rap industry, while also calling into question the morality of pursuing money and success. The song is a celebration of the dominance and success of GOOD Music as a collective.
Line by Line Meaning
What of the dollar you murdered for?
What happened to the money you gained through immoral means?
Is that the one fighting for your soul?
Can that money, gained through immoral means, save your soul or is it ultimately doing more harm than good?
Or your brother's the one that you're running from
Are you trying to escape your brother or your conscience when you make such immoral decisions to gain money?
But if you got money, fuck it, cause I want some
Money is worth more than morals and ethics, and as long as there is a chance to get rich, even through immoral means, one will sacrifice their conscience.
OK ain’t nobody fucking with my clique
There is nobody who can match up to the prowess of my group.
Ain’t nobody fresher than my mothafuckin’ clique
My group is the most vibrant, energetic and freshest of them all.
As I look around, they don’t do it like my clique
On observation of other people, it is noticed that nobody does it like my group does.
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
Despite the group’s questionable ethics, there are many women who are attracted to the money and fame of my clique.
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
The artist has so much influence and control over women that they can be convinced to do anything.
My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway
The power and influence that the artist holds have also made their community rally behind them like they were a celebrity.
It's grind day, from Friday, to next Friday
The hustle never stops for the singer and their clique are working tirelessly from Friday to Friday to make money.
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (spa day)
The constant grind has gotten to the artist, and they feel that they need a break to recharge.
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see
The singer is boasting about being a young person from Detroit that is dominating all aspects of their life and succeeding in everything they do.
Yeah, I'm talking 'Ye, yeah, I'm talking Rih'
Yeah, I'm talking B', nigga, I'm talking me
The singer wants people to know that they are talking about very successful and influential people when they refer to 'Ye, Rih, and B', but ultimately this song is really about their own self-interest.
Your money too short, you can't be talking to me
If a person's wealth does not measure up to the singer's, they will not give them any attention.
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?
The artist is boasting about their ability to turn small amounts of money into massive wealth, and with the power of their group behind them, there is no stopping them.
It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
The artist is comparing their clique to the most renowned and successful teams in history, illustrating their supreme ability and power.
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV cribs
The excess and luxury exhibited by the singer and their clique is not real and exists only in their minds and on TV shows like MTV cribs.
But I been talking to God for so long and if you look at my life I guess he's talking back
Despite the singer's materialistic and immoral behavior, they feel that they are in constant communication with God and that God is validating or affirming their choices.
Ain’t nobody fresher than my mothafuckin’ clique
My group is the most vibrant, energetic and freshest of them all.
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
Despite the group’s questionable ethics, there are many women who are attracted to the money and fame of my clique.
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alexander Izquierdo, Anthony Kilhoffer, Chauncey Hollis, Che Smith, Kanye West, Noah Goldstein, Sean Anderson, Shawn Carter, James Edward Fauntleroy
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@nandaputri6594
[lyrics]
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
B.I.G. fuckin' with me, oh god, whoa
OK ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' 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
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway
It's grind day, from Friday, to next Friday
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (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? Scrr!
I'm pulling up in that Bruce Wayne but I'm the fucking villain,
Man, they kneeling when I'm 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 mothafuckin' 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
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 second grade
He never told, who we 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 fucking with my clique
(Ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique)
Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' 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
Break records at Louie, 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 ig'nant
I know Spike Lee gon' 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 Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time 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
Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' 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
@Sareptha
The Illuminati doesn’t make music like this anymore 💔
@danielbirdhead1239
:D
@adb8003
LMFAOO
@petrauhrakova
Right, I miss this dark shit. 😩
@SufyMax
😂😂
@User01-y5x
Damn ur right but idk if I wanna like this comment lol
@rodneymakate7850
Kanye verse is crazzzzzzyyy fire 🔥 2023 still a hit
@desireesimmons7594
❤❤❤
@tomhollander7586
Honestly thought his was the weakest by far. Rhyme scheme ehh and way off topic
@mahdiisrich
2024!