Chords for Kanye West - Clique ft. Big Sean & Jay-Z (Explicit)

What all the dollar you murder for?
Is that the one fight before [Eb] your soul?
Are [Abm] your brothers the one that you're running from?
But if you got money, fuck it, then I won't suck
_ _ [A] _ [Ab] _ _ _ [E] B-I-G, _ fuck it _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh God, [Em] _ [A] _
woah
_ Okay, [Ab] ain't nobody fucking with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfucking 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 _ B-I-G _ Oh God _ _
_ [A] I [Ab] 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 [A] next Friday
I've been [E] up straight for nine days, I need a spa day
_ If she try and give me that Wu-Tang
I might let my crew bang my crew deep in that [Ab] Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, _ girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz, I'm pulling up [A] in that [Ab] Bruce Wayne
But I'm a fucking villain, man, they kneeling
When I'm walking in the building, freaky women, now he feeling
From the bank accounts, I'm feeling, what a feeling
Nah, man, it gotta be a young player from Adidas
Killing everything that he see, but enough [A] _ _ [Ab] Oh God
_ _ [Dbm] Ain't [Ab] nobody fresher than my motherfucking [A] clique
[Ab] Clique, clique, clique, [Db] clique
As [Ab] I look around, they don't do it like my [A] clique
[Ab] Clique, clique, clique, [D] clique
And all [Ab] these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the _ _
Stick em up
_ _ Yeah, [Abm] I'm talking yeah, yeah, I'm talking Rih
Yeah, I'm talking B, nigga, I'm [Ab] talking me
Yeah, I'm talking boss, I ain't talking police
Your money too short, you can't be talking to me
Yeah, I'm talking LeBron, we balling our family tree
Good music, drug dealing, cousin, ain't nothing fucking with we
Me, turn that 62 to 125, 125 [Dbm] to a 250
250 [Abm] to a half a million, ain't nothing nobody can do with me
[A] Now who with [Ab] me, Prominos, call me Hov or Hefe
_ Translation, I'm the shit, at least that's what my neck say
_ _ Lost my homie for a decade, nigga down for like 12 years
Ain't hugging since the second grade
_ He never told, who we gonna tell, we top of the totem pole
This is dream team, we the spring team
And all our eyes pointed on him means one thing
We ain't fucking with the [A] clique
[Ab] Clique, clique, clique, [Db] clique
Ain't [Ab] nobody fresher than my motherfucking [A] clique
[Ab] Clique, clique, clique, [Dbm] clique
As [Ab] I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, [Db] clique
And all [Ab] these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the
_ _ _ _ Break records in [A] Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl [F] a superstar, off on [E] my home movie
Bow on our rival, the un-American idols
With [F] niggas dead in pairs, [Ab] got them hanging off the Eiffel
Yeah, I'm talking [A] business, we [Ab] talking CIA
I'm talking George [Dbm] Tennant, I seen him [Ab] the other day
He asked me about my [Gbm] Maybach, think [Ab] he had the same
Except my [A] tenant and his [Ab] might have been rented
You know white people [A] get [Ab] money, don't spend it
Or maybe they [Db] get [Ab] money by Venice
I'd rather buy 80 gold chains than go nigga
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish
Blame it on the [A] pigment, [Abm] we live in no limits
Them gold masterpieces, silence was just a figment
[Ab] Of our imagination, _ MTV Cribs
Now I'm looking at a crib, white niggas at Whatissi live
That's Tom [A] Cruise, [Ab] whatever she accused
You want a really drunk, he just had a fruit bruise
Past the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew's presence
T-Boat [A] swerve, homie, watch out for the waves
I'm [Ab] way too black to burn from some 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, screaming like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels in L.A.
Shit is real, got me feeling Israelian
Like Farrah, Rapiella, Gisele, no that's Brazilian
Went through [A] deep [Ab] depression when my mama passed
_ [Dbm] Suicide, [Ab] what kind of talk is that?
_ [A] But I've been [Ab] talking to God for so long
Now if you look at my life, I guess he talking back
Fuck it with my [A] clique
_ [Ab] _ Ain't _
_ _ [Db] _ _ [Ab] nobody fresher than my motherfucking 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 _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _