Krept & Konan - Certified lyrics

Ft: Rick Ross [Intro] What is this Play Dirty This my family That's all I think about Boss Maybach Music Yeah, that's family [Hook: Konan] Ask about us yeah we're Certified, certified, certified In my hood they love us cause they know we're Certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!) She wanna f**, I only let her if she's Certified, certified, certified (behave!) You wanna hit it, she ain't with it You ain't certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!) Everyone you see around me yeah they're certified [Verse 1: Konan] Says she wanna try my chain on When I park up, that's your bae gone I swear the a** was enormous The last time we all seen it, it was August So don't ever leave your b**h lonely Cause I'm a young thug getting rich homie Rap life My car stick in your memory, that's what I call a flash drive I got her backing up her bumper Broom broom, but this ain't my mum's car Certified what they gonna say Tell the waiter more cheese on my bolognaise [Hook: Konan] [Verse 2: Krept] Say you that n***a I bet you probably one of them, "I pay you back n***as" Feds stopped me like "Did you see the crime" Sorry officer, I'm legally blind Gold chain, iced it Take a picture of me, that's an ice pic White babes love us like the Wayans brothers I'm a black man in a white chick From the streets, so be careful where you roll around Could get POP if you don't hold it down All these red bottoms getting silly More pairs than Ricky [Hook: Konan] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Certified, we the bosses (Maybach Music) We getting money ove here Let me break it down for you Catch me out in London, n***as with me mobbin' hard In the club you see we banging like it's Scotland Yard POP these b**hes with me really hold it down Rock around and rock in cars that a half a million pounds Eyes open cause them broke n***as still snatchin' chains Homicide stretch your mama on that front page Ain't no love or sympathy, what the f** is a friend? So cut throat just to float in this comfortable Benz Still blowing money fast, Lizzie's in that duffle bag Sometimes I still fly commercial, count it all in first cla** Started with a single so I had to flip it n***a 80 million later, still be quick to whip it n***a Double M, my DC homies got Obama ties If you try me I'ma bust you cause I'm certified Seen a hundred bricks, got a hundred shots Boss one hunnid, b**h go check my body count [Hook: Konan]