Who The F**k Is That (feat. T-Pain and Dolla)

[i own the club, that's right.

Akon, that's right.

Dolla dolla,

Especially the strip club

T-pain, convict

I own the club, that's right.

Akon, that's right.

Dolla dolla,

Especially the strip club

T-pain, convict]

Let me talk to em, let me talk to em

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I hit the club with a mug so mean

Got them niggas like who the fuck is that?

Then i hopped up out the car so clean

Got them hoes like who the fuck is that?

Hit the floor like right left back forth

Yeah i got money, nigga that's of course

Hit the stage with a b-boy stance

The club owner like who the fuck is that?

Pull up somethin tinted,

Two hundred on the dash,

Y'all shit rented

Hot drop cash, watch the door lift up

This nigga don't look mad,

I'm what you never had

Some of this, and some of that

Tell that bitch to give me kiss, then i smack her on the ass

Throw a stack at her and laugh

This shit to me ain't nothing

How much money do you have? that's not up for discussion

I'll be mad

She knows whats up, european on them buttons

I been rich since i was eleven

My grams look like sevens

My killers look like revens

And you better count your blessings

Count a peace around my neck

Misdemeanor on my wrist

Got a felon on my pinky

Got you blinkin when it

I got strippers on payroll

Charges in diago

Yayo like it's mayo

Do play around me pesos

You should see this steelow, neighborhood neon

Bitches call me dolla, but these niggas call me debo

[chours]

We the realest niggas that you ever saw

Don't make me have to come around spread all y'all

The world so small, it's a big golf ball

Just like the perky titties, just press them up against the wall

And while we toss dollas, they're just starin at my team

You wishin that nigga had it lookin so clean

Track jacket on my back lookin mint grean

Hangin off my ass is some convict jeans

Ain't no long feda, gettin lots a chedda

No matter how you look at it, bet i can do better

No need to look better, like a glass of almonral

Got a little vendetta, then bring out the heavy metal

Then pull up on the trigga like i'm pullin on these hoes

To magic city nigga anything goes

So impatient can't wait, the club close

I bein the the lambo park beside your door

[chours]

Shinin like a mother fucker

Bbs is black

Steve erkle bought a ton

That purple stay stinkin

You talk to that nigga, i got swag, i got juice

See me in that bentley coup

Right in front of runnin shoop

You be runnin when i shoot,

I be shootin when you runnin

Con got me out the street,

Told me "dolla get that money"

Now i'm the club stuntin like la la la la

Laughin at these clown niggas like ha ha ha ha

Look, you fuckin with a winner

Strippin often for the dinner

Veteran in the game

You other niggas, just beginners

And my d boy stands bout to pop a rubberband

Fuck that fightin in the club

You niggas fuckin up my plans

I'm tryna get a dance, her name and her number

Take her to the teli and get some brain in the hummer

You niggas make it rain while dolla make it thunda

Album comin soon bitch, get ready for the summer

[chours]