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Who The F*** Is That? (Main Version) - Dolla/T-Pain/Tay Dizm

I own the club that's right

Dolla Dolla

I hit the club with a mug so mean got them

Niggas like "who the f**k is that "

Then I hop up out the car so clean got them

Hoes like "who the f**k is that "

Hit da door like right left back forth

Yeah I got money ni**a that's of course

Hit the stage with a b-boi stance

The club owner like "who the f**k is that "

Pull up in something tented 200 on the dash

Ya'll sh*t rented I drop cash

Watch the doors lift up

This ni**a then went mad

I'm what you never had

Some of this some of that

Tell that b**ch to give me

Kiss then I smack her on a**

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 buttons

I been rich since I was 11

My grams look like 7's

My killers look like reverends

Yea u better count yo blessings

Konvict piece around my neck

Misdemeanor on my wrist

Got a felon on my pinkie

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 pesos

You should see the stello

Neighborhood nino

B**ches call me Dolla

But these niggas call me d-bo

I hit the club with a mug so mean

Got them niggas like "who the f**k is that "

Then I hop up out the car so clean

Got them hoes like "who the f**k is that "

Hit da door like right left back forth

Yeah I got money ni**a that's of course

Hit the stage with a b-boi stance

The club owner like "who the f**k is that "

I'm shining like a motherf**ker

VVS is blanking

Steve Urkle by the ton

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 when you running

'Kon got me out the streets told me

"Dolla get the money"

Now I'm the club stuntin'

Like "la la la la"

Laughing at these clown niggas

Like "ha ha ha ha"

Look you f**king with a winner

Stripping lobster for dinner

Veteran in the game

You other niggas just beginners

In my d-boi stance

'Bout to pop a rubber band

F**k that fighting in the club

You niggas f**kin' 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 b**ch

Get ready for the summer

I hit the club with a mug

So mean got them niggas like

"who the f**k is that "

Then I hop up out the car so clean

Got them hoes like

"who the f**k is that "

Hit da door like right left back forth

Yeah I got money

Ni**a that's of course

Hit the stage with a b-boi stance

The club owner like

Ain't nothin' for me to come

Through and shut the club down

Walk through the club

Me and mug haters down

Drop a stack at the bar

A hundred Louis thirteen

Posted up camouflage

Down to my feet feet

They lookin' at me like

Who is who is he

I straighten up yo boy

He raised in the streets

My name's Ramone and

You can spell it when I step in yo room

Take VI Chevy go zoom

I hit the club with a mug

So mean got them niggas

Like "who the f**k is that "

Then I hop up out the car

So clean got them hoes like

"who the f**k is that "

Hit da door like right left back forth

Yeah I got money ni**a

That's of course

Hit the stage with a b-boi stance

The club owner like

"who the f**k is that "