Krept & Konan Ft. Rick Ross - Certified (Lyrics)

[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 fuck, 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 ass was enormous

The last time we all seen it, it was August

So don’t ever leave your bitch 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 nigga

I bet you probably one of them “I pay you back” niggas

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 over here

Let me break it down for you

Catch me out in London, niggas with me mobbin’ hard

In the club you see we banging like it’s Scotland Yard

POP these bitches with me really hold it down

Rock around and rock in cars that a half a million pounds

Eyes open cause them broke niggas still snatchin’ chains

Homicide stretch your mama on that front page

Ain’t no love or sympathy, what the fuck 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 class

Started with a single so I had to flip it nigga

80 million later, still be quick to whip it nigga

Double M, my D.C. 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, bitch go check my body count

[Hook: Konan]