[Intro: James Fauntleroy]
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

(ViZion speaking)
Yo, ViZion
East coast, West Coast, North Coast, South Coast
Overdose

Hook (Teff):
Ain't nobody messing with my clique
Clique clique clique clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my mo'fucking 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, rude, Teff

Verse 1 (Teff):
My crew, and my dogs
Ee run the shit, check your bitches iPod
And my God, the one you wife off
Got her under my arm, Right Guard
Uh, let the Remy flow, and let the merry go
Round, shit, quit horsing around like a merry go
In the water sipping wine, that's a miracle
Only rapper I hear is Teff on the radio
I'm talking 'bout Barbados
As far as my plays go
Seratos, Tornado
My shit sounds like Plato, your shit sound like Playdough
This good girl, want a bad boy, she smoke till my J low
Reefer aura, eyes low like Shikamaru
Exotic, Rita Ora, either or, I'm sleeping on her
Right after I beat it up, so bad I need a lawyer
Fuck that, cause ain't nobody fucking with my clique
Hook (Teff):
Ain't nobody fucking with my clique
Clique clique clique clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my mo'fucking 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

Verse 2 (ViZion):
(yea, uh)
Big up to my clique, 2 4 + add that
2, 4, like double up, I want it like A$AP
2 4 like 7 up, day and night we chase cash
Running like a marathon, and driving with no brakes pads
Bad bitch, she drop it and she shake ass
I take her home, bed rocking like a caveman
I leave my phone, number in the mail
Xoxo I'm a see her when my plane land
And we show up
They show love and we're blowing up
They know us, we don't pose up, we speak truth like Oprah
My clique close, like Cosa Nostra
Starred up, supernova
We go hard and they're soft like sofas
So we get it while were here, AR in the air
MDM in the chair, they are nowhere Nair, disappear like hair
Cause we're really onto something and they really ain't fucking with my motherfucking
Hook (ViZion):
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, they love the
They love the, they love the, they love the

Verse 3 (GQ):
Gallest I'm taking over, tell Houston we've got a problem
Bitches hungry for power, we tease 'em, and then we starve 'em
N***as beg me for verses, I kill this shit with no pardon
Making it big, doing shows from Kensington to the Garden
Lame ass n***as they calling, cause they wanna party some more
My clique well known, don't need our names at the door
Shit I'm taking over the game, you laying over there playing
Comparing our shit, like what n***a? 'In my mind' is fucking insane
'My Time' still knocking since February, your new shit not even playing
I'm repping in booty and running a train
She give me dome, now I feel like a king
She give me blow, I'm not talking 'bout 'cane
Not taking 'bout grades but I'm talking 'bout brain
I'm talking 'bout clique, I'm talking 'bout shit
How she do it, calling my name
Hook (GQ):
Fucking with my 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, they want the, yea they want the yea