Krept & Konan - Green Street lyrics

[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 [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 misty [Hook] [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** [Hook] [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 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**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]