Meek Mill - Clique (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Stop playin' n***a It's DC, Double MG [Hook: Meek Mill] Boy I swear to god I make her f** the whole clique Clique, clique, clique, clique Sittin' in the back while she s**ing on my dick Dick, dick, dick, dick Boy I got a hundred cash right here on my wrist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Started from the bottom now a n***a getting rich [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I ain't lookin at your b**ha** I'm looking at your b**h's a** I f** a famous ho and put that dick up in her rich a** Prolly eat the p**y tell that ho that I don't kiss a** And everytime I'm rollin, it's 200 hundred on the [?] Deada**, serious, f** her fast and furious She tellin' all her homies now, them b**hes actin' curious These n***as catch a lil' case [?] And when the cops ask 'em, they tell 'em like Siri did Get it, iPhone, face time Last night I had your b**h we had a great time I'm back in philly but I'm still on that LA time My flow so crazy, check the way I ride the base loud Hold up n***a I go in, these n***as ain't got no win Baddest b**hes I be with they lookin like they modelin' Perks and patron got me stoned like a goblin Mad rappers making diss records I'm like try again Please n***a you should take a knee n***a Before them shots hit your body make you fall e n***a Like it's september, thanking my daddy I'm the next Simba Meek Milly, b**h [Verse 2: Lee Mazin] I ain't lookin' at you b**hes, cause I feel none of you b**hes I ain't checkin' for you n***as, I ain't worried 'bout you n***as And my sh** be kinda major, like I'm balling for the figures Got 2 chains around my neck, you could see I do it different She so bad but she go so ho, sh** got real when I got that ball Too 3d, but you can't see me And you can't stick Lee cause I want it hard The sh** goes swish, and you know I did it for the win And yeah I k**ed this check but f** that sh** I'ma do it again Do it again just to quench they thirst If you dive in put your face in first I make 'em lick it, and yeah my girls ball hard like Steve Boss I make 'em click it And when I spit that sh** they like I turn that pure [?] And then they see that body, see that a**, that sh** ridiculous Man like f** lee, I scream right back like f** you too If you want the beef first you gotta get through my f**ing crew That's to y'all lame nasty see Name one chick who could f** with me Hold up, oh wait I say, name on chick who f**ing with me If you talking sh**, just be careful what come out your mouth Aroma something erotic, make your boyfriend pay to smell it out Or taste it, he put his face in He like we f** your government that sh** amazing [Verse 3: Louie V] Yeah I'm talking me, yeah I'm talking meek Yeah I'm talking Lee, Lil' Chino and Lil' Snup-e Murder on every track, preferred Jahlil B I'm talking bout Rozay too, we reppin with MMG Cruising through south beach, in a California ferarri Shine brighter than california, my j**elry it's extra gaudy Peep the way I maneuver, she says I'm smooth as a barbie So she gave me her number, I f**ed her after the party Man I'm living life, I might do that tonight Met them bottles of rose, the waitress put 'em on ice Sparkles all in my section man I could give you a light Man my n***as be stuntin like Chino were born to bike Yes lord, the dreamchasers We blowin money fast like we never seen paper Now I got these new relatives, and everybody callin' All of a sudden this sh** started James Harden I tell em talk about some money but they ain't talking But I'ma go and get it 'till they put me in the coffin It's funny now that they callin me the sh** Louie V, DC, sh** man, and ain't nobody f**in with my clique