who the fuck is that? lyrics – dolla

(feat. t-pain & tay dizm)

i own the club, that’s right, akon!, dolla-dolla!
especailly the strip club let me talk to em t-pain, let me talk em, konvict let me talk to em

[chorus:]
i hit the club with a mug so mean got them n*gg*s like who the f*ck is that. then i hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like who the f*ck is that
hit da door like right- left back -fourth
yeah i got money n*gg* that’s of cousrse
hit the stage with a b-boi stance
the club owner like who the f*ck is that

[verse 1:]
pull up in something tented 200 on the dash ya’ll sh*t rented i drop cash. watch the doors lift up
this n*gg* then went mad. i’m wat you never had some of this some of that.tell that b*tch to give me kiss then i smack her on *ss throw a stack at her and laugh.this sh*t to me ain’t nothing.how much money do you have? that’s not up for discussion. i be mashin out wih something european on them b*ttons i been rich since i was 11. my grams look like 7’s my killers look like reverends. yea u better count yo blessings. convict piece around my neck, misdameter on my risk, got a fellon on my pinky got you blinking when it glince.i got strippers on a payroll. charges in diego. ya-yo like it’s mayo .don’t play around with me paso. you should see the stello. neighborhood nino. bithces call me dolla.but these n*gg*s call me d-bo

[chorus]

[verse 2: akon]
n*gg*s that u ever saw
don’t make me have to come
around and spray at all y’all. the world so small
it’s big as a golf ball
just like them perfect t*tties
it’s pressing against the wall. and while we tossing dollars. they be staring at my team.
you wishing that a n*gg* had looking so clean
track jacket on my back looking mint green
hanging off my *ss it’s some konvict jeans.
your no longer better. your in alot of chedder
no matter how ya look at it bet i can do it better. no need for lookin better like a gl*ss of armmeretter. got a lil vendetta then bring out
the heavy metel
pull up on that trigger like i’m pulling on these hoes
after magic city n*gg* anything goes
so impateint can’t wait to club close
i’ll be in the lambo poppin side ya don

[chorus]

[verse 3: dolla]
i’m shinning like a motherf*cker
vvs it blanking
steve earkle by the tongue
that purple steady stankin
you talking yo the deckin i got swag i got juice
see me in that bentley coupe right from runnin shoot. you be running when i shoot. i be shooting where you running. ‘kon got me out the streets told me dolla get the money
now i’m the club stuntning like la la la la
laughing at these cow n*gg*s like ha ha ha ha
look you f*cking with a winner
stripping lobster for dinner
bet you any game you other just beginners
in my d-oy stancebout to pop a rubber band
f*ck that fighting in the club you n*gg* f*ckin up my plans. i’m tryna get a dance her name
and her number taker her to the telly get some brain in the hummer. you n*gg*s make it rain my dollar make it thunder alb*m coming soon b*tch get ready for the summer

/ dolla lyrics