[Intro: Dappy & Tulisa]
Na-na, na-na, nai, nai
Na-na, na-na, nai, nai
Yes, it is, oh-oh, oh-oh (N-Dubz, Boy Better Know)
Na-na, na-na, nai, nai
Na-na, na-na, nai, nai
Yes, it is (Nai, nai)
Oh-oh, oh-oh

[Verse 1: Dappy & Tulisa]
Yo, I am a rapper slash and singer-songwriter
From when I was a young guy, even up to this day
Man are tryna drag me under (Nai)
What a bumba, you know that you can find me, I never change my number (Look)
I don't mind if these private callers
Wanna carry on blingin' 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 (Nai, nai)
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, all greazy (Nai)
Nananizle, northeast, southwest, whole of the country (Nai)
I'm kinda famous, thanks popsy (Nai)
You want food? Stay around Dubzy
C's got the leng ting, trust me

[Chorus: Dappy & Tulisa]
Bun your cheap talk (Bop, bop), 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
Snitch (Know), plonker (Know), fool (Know)
Yo, if you're stackin' up P and you ain't on frontin'
Then you have the right to represent London
Know me?
Na-na, na-na, nai, nai, na-na, na-na
If you've got your own whip and you're earnin' paper
Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker
Know me?
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
[Verse 2: Skepta]
Guess who it is? Yeah, its Skepta
Never will I sing to the inspector
Eventually I'ma chart top this two years back
This all started with
Am, am doin' it again, 2010
I asked Tulisa if it was okay to feature (Yes, it is)
And I was like brap-brap, let me go for it
Pass the key to the door, let me open it
Your never gonna blow with it, get over it
Too many, many, many, man have been shottin' for years
And they ain't got nothing to show for it
Back in '05, my line was so dead
I was taking £16.40 (Nai)
Nowadays, I rep BBK
All day, Monday to Sunday like Shorty

[Chorus: Dappy, Tulisa, Dappy & Tulisa, Fazer]
Bun your cheap talk (Bop, bop), 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
You're a snitch (Know), I was there (Know), duku yourself (Know)
Yo, if you're stackin' up P and you ain't on frontin'
Then you have the right to represent London
Know me?
Na-na, na-na, nai, nai, na-na, na-na
If you've got your own whip and you're earnin' paper
Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker
Know me? (F-E, take it)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
[Verse 3: Fazer, Dappy & Tulisa]
Wait 'til you see what I end up with (Mills)
Momma didn't raise no dumb kid
Came from the dirt and nickin' man's Merc
But now I'm in a Beemer, one series turbs (Real)
Money, money makes the world go 'round
The same way the money makes the girls go down (Ha)
Blatantly killin' them (What?)
No more payin' man a hundred pound
Straight ten grand minimum (Yo)
My car, my house, my bills (Yeah)
These bitches know the deal (Tell em, T)
'Cause they're all paid by me (Oh)
I got my own money and I (Oh)
Ain't lookin' for no footballers
So if you wanna bring it to me (Uh)
Let's take it back, I will defeat you

[Chorus: Dappy, Tulisa, Dappy & Tulisa, Fazer]
Bun your cheap talk (Bop, bop) 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
(Snitch) Know (Plonker), know (Fool)
Yo, if you're stackin' up P and you ain't on frontin'
Then you have the right to represent London
Know me?
Na na, na na nai, nai
Na na, na na nai, nai
If you've got your own whip and you're earnin' paper
Then you have the right to be a heartbreaker
Know me?
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
[Outro: Dappy & Tulisa]
Na na, na na nai, nai
Na na, na na nai, nai (Ha, ha)
Yes, it is
(Yeah, N-Dubz, Boy Better Know)
Na na, na na nai, nai
Na na, na na nai, nai
Yes, it is
Nai, nai
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Nai, nai