Chords for Clique

What are the dollar you murder for?
Is that the one fight before your [A] soul?
Are your brothers the one that [D] you're running from?
But [Bm] if you got money, [A] fuck it, then I won't swear on you
[Bb] B [A] _
_ -I-G
_ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [A] Oh God
[Bb] Woah
_ [Am]
Okay
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique
[A] Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' [Bb] clique
[A] Clique, clique, clique, clique
[Am] As I look around, [Bb] they don't do it like my clique
[A] Clique, clique, clique, [Bb] clique
[A] And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the
B-I-G
Oh God
_ [Bb] I [Am] tell a bad bitch, [A] do whatever I say
My block behind me like I'm comin' [Bb] out the driveway
It's grind day from Friday to next Friday
I been [Am] up straight for nine days, I need a [A] spot
_ If she try and give [A] me that putang
I might let my crew bang my crew deep in that putang
I'm rollin' with, fuck I'm sayin'
Girl, you know my crew name, you know 2 Chainz
I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Willis
I'm the fuckin' villain, man, they kneelin'
When I'm walkin' in the building, freaky women, I be feelin'
From the bank accounts, I'm feelin', what a feelin'
Nah, man, it gotta be, young playa from Adidas
Killin' everything that he see puttin'
[Bb] Click, [A] click, click, click, click
Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' click
Click, click, click, [Bb] click
[A] As I look around, they don't do it like my click
Click, click, click, click
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the
They want the
Stick em' up
_ Yeah, I'm talkin' [Bb] yeah
Yeah, I'm talkin' re
Yeah, I'm talkin' B
[Am] Nigga, I'm talkin' me
[A] Yeah, I'm talkin' boss
I ain't talkin' police
Your money too short, you can't be talkin' to me
Yeah, I'm talkin' [Bb] LeBron
[A] We ballin', our family tree
Good music, drug dealin' cousin
Ain't nothin' fuckin' with we
[Bb] Me, turn that 62 to [Am] 125
125 [Bb] to a 250
250 [A] to a half a million
Ain't [Bb] nothin' nobody could do with me
Now, who with me?
Prominos, call me Hov or Hefe
Translation, [A] I'm the shit
At least that's what my neck say
[Bb] At least that's what my checks say
Lost my homie for [A] a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years
Ain't huggin' since the second grade
Uh, he never told
Who we gon' tell?
We top of the totem pole
This is a dream team
This is a spring team
And all our eyes when it only means one thing
You ain't fuckin' with the clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' 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 to Louis
Ate breakfast at Gucci
[Bb] My girl a superstar off from her home movie
Bow on our rival, the un [Am]-American idols
With niggas dead in pairs, got [A] them hangin' off the Eiffel
Yeah, I'm talkin' [Bb] business
[A] 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
And sent my [Bb] tenant
[A] And it might've been rented
You know white people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe they get money by Venice
I'd rather buy 80 gold chains than go ignorant
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish
Layman on a [Bb] pigment, we live in no limits
Them gold [A] masterpiece ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination
MTV credits, now I'm lookin' at a crib
Right next to where T.C. lives
That's Tom [Bb] Cruise, whatever she accused
He wasn't really drunk, he just had fruit brews
[Am] Past the refreshments, [A] a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew's presence
C-Bow swerve, homie, watch out for the wave
I'm way too black to burn from some rays
So I just [Bbm] meditated at [A] the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas, he screamin' like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels in L.A.
Shit is real, got me feelin' Israelian
Like Mar-a-Rap-fiel-a-dizel, no, that's Brazilian
Went through [Bb] deep [A] depression when my mama passed
_ Suicide, what kind of talk is that?
But I been talkin' to God for so long
Now if [Bb] you look at [A] my life, I guess he talkin' back
Fuckin' with my clique _ _ _ _
_ Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' [Bb] clique
[A] _
_ _ _ _ As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
_ _ _ _ And all these bad bitches, man, they want that
They want that
They