Dolla, T-Pain, Tay Dizm - Who The Fuck Is That? lyrics

I own the club, that's right - Dolla Dolla!
Make it rain on these hoes - T-Pain!
THE GANG! (You already know)
G-A-N-G (Konvict)

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 it's so clean
Got them hoes like who, the fuck is that?
Goes like right, left, back, forth
Yeah I got money nigga that's, of cousrse
Hit the stage with a b-boy stance
The club owner like who, the fuck is that?

Pull up in somethin tinted, 200 on the dash
Y'all shit rented, I drop cash
Watch the doors lift up
This nigga done went 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 nothin
How much money do you have?
That's not up for discussion
I be mashin out in somethin
European on them buttons
I been rich since I'se eleven
My grams look like 7's
My killers look like reverands yeah
You better count yo' blessings
Konvict piece around my neck
Misdemeanor on my wrist
Got a felon on my pinky got
You blinkin when it glist'
I got strippers on the payroll
Chargers in Diego llello like it's mayo
Don't play 'round with me pesos
You should see the steelo, neighborhood Nino
Bitches call me dolla but these
Niggas call me D-Bo


Ay ay ay ay now I'm
Shinin like a motherfucker, vVS's blinkin
Steve Urkel by the ton
That purple steady stinkin
You talkin to the dick and I got swag
I got juice see me in that Bentley coupe
Right in front of run & shoot
You be runnin when I shoot
I be shootin where you runnin
'Kon got me out the streets
Told me Dolla get the money
Now I'm the club stuntin like LA, LA LA LAH
Laughin at these coward niggas like HA
HA HA HAH look you fuckin with a winner
Shrimp and lobster for the dinner
Veteran in the game you
Other niggas just beginners
In my D-boy stance
'bout to pop a rubber band
Fuck that fightin in the club
You niggas fuckin up my plans
I'm tryin to get a dance
Her name and her number
Take her to the telly get
Some brain in the Hummer
You niggas make it rain
While Dolla make it thunder
Album comin soon
Bitch get ready for the summer

Hit the stage with a b-boy stance
The club owner like OOOOH WEEEEEEE'!

Ain't nuttin for me to come through
And shut the club DOWWWN
Walk through the club mean muggin haters out
Drop a stack at the bar, hundred Louis 13
Posted up, CAMOUFLAGE DOWN TO MY FEET
They lookin at me like who is
(who is) who is he? A straight get'cha boy
Been raised in the streets
If I'm on it you can smell it
When I step in yo' room
Tay, D-I, 7 goes ZOOM!


I'm Dolla baby! G-A-N-G, T-Pain
Konvict, Dolla Dolla!
Y'all know the name, HA'!