[Hook: Fekky]
You ain't making no dough what you talking 'bout
You ain't talking 'bout us what you talking 'bout
All my n***as get dough what you talking 'bout
You're a bummy n***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
[Verse 1: Konan]
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** weave
Hold on to your wifey
I ain't Wiley but i'll give ya miss D
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Krept]
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**hes love the s**
Get your miss taken if you don't come correct
Train for this as real as they f**in get
Think my n***as 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**ed 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**
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[Verse 3: Fekky]
You say you want it dog you n***as 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 n***a up have 'em 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**ing 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** the cops)
And them f** boys been peering what I got
I'm like I ain't got sh** all I got is gun shots
All I got is gun shots (yeah!)
I'm like f** 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
[Hook]