Green Street-Krept & Konan/Fekky

You ain't making no dough what you talking 'bout You ain't talking 'bout us what you talking 'bout All my niggas get dough what you talking 'bout You're a bummy ni**a (Yeah!) C'mon then (C'mon then) C'mon then You wanna straightner C'mon then (C'mon then) C'mon then (C'mon then) C'mon then Yeah rude girl you better fix up Bout you're lying in my bed all goofed up Couple truey's and a couple Gucci's If the Devil wear's Prada Thank God i'm in Louis So much tweets got my phone froze Girls ring me cuz they know i throw dough Better have a plan B about bump me You won't get jumped you'll get bungeed Soon as I step through the door I told boss man give me more I'm like one shot, two shot, three shot, four Now I can't feel my face someone get me off the floor Dead thing tryna kiss me I told her behave with ya sh*t weave Hold on to your wifey I ain't Wiley but i'll give ya misty You ain't making no dough what you talking 'bout You ain't talking 'bout us what you talking 'bout All my niggas get dough what you talking 'bout You're a bummy ni**a (Yeah!) C'mon then (C'mon then) C'mon then You wanna straightner C'mon then (C'mon then) C'mon then (C'mon then) C'mon then Put money in her cup But trust me she knows it Took her home enjoyed that Trust me she condoned it I know these hoes think I'd wife them as well Kick a ho in the head bout she wanna be my girl Play dirty b**ches love the sex Get your miss taken if you don't come correct Train for this as real as they f**kin get Think my niggas playing, til they bust your head All my boys been loyal from a junior No snakes around hear like Medusa Left your girl's crutches [?] Ask her so you know it ain't a rumour F**ked her first link and you wifed it Side man with a side chick Said you make a lot of money What a lying prick You walked straight in the shop Didn't buy sh*t You ain't making no dough what you talking 'bout You ain't talking 'bout us what you talking 'bout All my niggas get dough what you talking 'bout You're a bummy ni**a (Yeah!) C'mon then (C'mon then) C'mon then You wanna straightner C'mon then (C'mon then) C'mon then (C'mon then) C'mon then You say you want it dog you niggas must be silly I got that thingy mate I tuck it by my willy And you can hate me but you know you gotta feel me Now hit a ni**a up have me spinning like a Frisbee I got that [?] you know I got that Whitney I got that [?] you know them [?] looking pretty And you'll never catch me shotting to a nitty Never going jail for a f**king 3 for 50 I've come a long way from walking round the block (round the block) A long way from talking to them cops (f**k the cops) And them f**k boys been peering what I got I'm like I ain't got sh*t all I got is gun shots All I got is gun shots (yeah!) I'm like f**k em though You ain't bust shots He ain't touch em though Me and my man, hmm touch and go But if I catch him in the strip I might touch and go You ain't making no dough what you talking 'bout You ain't talking 'bout us what you talking 'bout All my niggas get dough what you talking 'bout You're a bummy ni**a (Yeah!) C'mon then (C'mon then) C'mon then You wanna straightner C'mon then (C'mon then) C'mon then (C'mon then) C'mon then