Who The Fuck Is That lyrics

(Feat. Akon & T-pain)

I own the club
That's right
Akon, Dolla-Dolla
Especially 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 niggas
Like who the fuck is that
Then I hop up out the car
So clean got them hoes
Like who the fuck is that
Hit the door like right
Left back fourth
Yeah, I got money nigga
That's of course
Hit the stage
With a b-boi stance
The club owner like
Who the fuck is that

Pull up in something tented
200 on the dash
Y'all shit rented
I drop cash
Watch the doors lift up
This nigga then went mad
I'm what you never had
Some of this 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 be mashin' out
With something european
On them buttons
I been rich since I was 11
My grams look like 7's
My killers look like reverends
Yeah you better count yo' blessings
Konvict piece around my neck
Miss-the-meter on my wrist
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 'round with me Paso
You should see the stello
Neighborhood nino
Bitches call me Dolla
But these niggas call me D-Bo

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Akon:
Niggas 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 titties
It's pressing against the wall
And while we tossing dollars
They be staring at my team
You wishing that a nigga
Had looking so clean
Track jacket on my back
Looking mint green
Hanging off my ass
It's some konvict jeans
Your no longer better
Your in a lot of chedder
No matter how
Ya look at it bet
I can do it better
No need for lookin better
Like a glass 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
Nigga anything goes
So impateint
Can't wait to club close
I'll be in the lambo
Poppin side ya don

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Dolla:
I'm shinning
Like a motherfucker
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 a 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 stunting
Like la, la, la, la
Laughing at these clown niggas
Like ha, ha, ha, ha
Look you fucking with a winner
Stripping lobster for dinner
Bet you any game
You other just beginners
In my d-oy stance
'Bout to pop a rubber band
Fuck that fighting in the club
You niggas fuckin' up my plans
I'm tryna get a dance
Her name and her number
Take her to the telly
Get some brain in the hummer
You niggas make it rain
But Dolla make it thunder
Album coming soon
Bitch get ready for the summer