Green Street Krept & Konan (Ft. Fekky)

[Hook: 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 nigga (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 shit weave
Hold on to your wifey
I ain't Wiley but i'll give ya miss D