[Intro: James Faulntleroy & Traphik]
What of the dollar you murdered for? (yeah)
Is that the one fighting for your soul? (weekly 16's)
Or your brother's the one that you're running from? (uh)
But if you got money, fuck it, ‘cause I want some
Took a little break and now I'm back
Yeah, it's the new season
Yeah, uh

[Post-Chorus: Traphik & Big Sean]
You see my videos and click, click, click, click
Click my Instagram pictures, everybody double-tap
And click, click, click, click, click
That's somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin'
And click, click, click, click, click
*mumble*
They want the- (yeah), they want the- (uh)

[Verse: Traphik]
My clique is killing competition, everybody getting jealous (hater)
My girl is bad as hell and yo girl is fat as Adele is (fat)
Nothing but the truth I got no reason to embellish (no)
Where your bitch at, have you seen her on my wiener? Call her relish (uh)
Everyone's a critic, they just mad because I did it (yeah)
Adjusting like a snap and they not budging like a fitted (yeah)
So tell me if you wit' it, we could take it to the top (uh)
Me and my clique is winning, we ain't never gonna stop (nope)
The blood of an insomniac, mix it with some cognac (yeah)
Repping for my hood like a phoenix on my Pontiac (yeah)
High definition (uh), I'm trying new positions
Staying on my grind 'cause in my mind is a vision (yes)
Got my pants sagging, slay a dragon with my hands tied (bitch)
If I run for president I'm winning by a landslide (Obama)
I built it from the bottom, never got no help (nope)
The only person in my clique is my goddamn self (uh)

[Outro: Traphik & Big Sean]
Yeah!
Clique, clique
Boom, biatch, heh-heh-heh-
(They want the-, they want the-
Go)