Wiley - Na Na lyrics

[Intro: Dappy] Nana Nana Niii Niii Nana Nana Niii Niii Haha Nana Nana Niii Niii Nana Nana Niii Niii [Verse 1: Dappy] Yo, I am a rapper slash and singer-songwriter From when I was a younger even up to this day Man are tryna drag me under What a bumba, you know that you can find me, I never change my number I don't mind if these private callers Wanna carry on blinging off my line, I'm happy to remind Them that if their gyal was to see me on their ones They would wanna bad me up or give me the shines I'm a dapper X white gold chain ripper Crack pusher, man, if need be Last man to put his hands on my chain found himself In a scarred... oil greazy (Ni) Nananizle, north east, south west, whole of the country I'm kinda famous, thanks popsy You want food? Stay around Dubzy C's got the leng ting, trust me [Hook: Dappy & Tulisa] Bun your cheap talk What do you think I am? See me, me, me, I'm on a mad ting You don't understand Never will I sing-sing to the feds Like couple man I know, know, know (Snitch, plonker, fool) Yo, if you're stacking up P and you ain't on fronting Then you have the right to represent London Know me? Na na na na, ni ni, na na na na If you've got your own whip and you're earning paper Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker Know me? Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh [Verse 2: Wiley] Yo, Eskiboy, I'm a winner, producer, artist, MC k**er Everytime I go to pick a mic up, frighteners I'm with the true riders, real top billers If you listen to my new album, there's no fillers Got an N-Dubz beat, cold chiller Mum said stay away from the gold diggers But I ain't gonna lie, I like sharing, and she like staring And none of us are caring, s** after dinner I'm a wheeler dealer, X brown and white T-shirts Nike track suit with the black Fila I didn't ever wanna follow others, I'm a leader Said I was a fool but I am a book reader Catch a couple haters call me a cheater Got a couple of fans and now I don't ya (Ni) It's only right I'm wearing my Rolex Hello standard procedure [Hook] [Bridge: Fazer & Tulisa] Wait til you see what I end up with (mills) Momma didn't raise no dumb kid Came from the dirt and nicking man's Merc But now I'm in a Beemer, one series turbs Money, money makes the world go round The same way the money makes the girls go down Blatantly k**ing them No more paying man a hundred pound Straight ten grand minimum My car, my house, my bills These b**hes know the deal (tell em T) Cause they're all paid by me I got my own money and I Ain't looking for no footballers So if you wanna bring it to me Let's take it back I will defeat you [Hook]