Who The Fuck Is That? Lyrics - Singles - Dolla

I hit the club with a mug so mean got them niggas like 

"who the f*** is that?" 

Then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like 

"who the f*** is that?" 

Hit da door like right, left, back, forth 

Yeah I got money n**** that's of course 

Hit the stage with a b-boi stance 

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

Pull up in something tented, 200 on the dash 

Ya'll 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 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 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 

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B***** call me Dolla but these n***** call me d-bo 

I hit the club with a mug so mean got them niggas like 

"who the f*** is that?" 

Then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like 

"who the f*** is that?" 

Hit da door like right, left, back, forth 

Yeah I got money n**** that's of course 

Hit the stage with a b-boi stance 

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

We the realest 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 n**** had looking so clean 

Track jacket on my back looking mint green 

Hanging off my ass is some Konvict jeans 

Your no longer better, your in alot of cheddar 

No matter how ya look at it bet I can do it better 

No need to lookin' better like a glass of amaretto 

Got a little vendetta then bring out the heavy metal 

Pull up on that trigger like I'm pulling on these hoes 

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After magic city n**** anything goes 

So impatient can't wait til club close 

I'll be in the lambo parked outside the do' 

I hit the club with a mug so mean got them niggas like 

"who the f*** is that?" 

Then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like 

"who the f*** is that?" 

Hit da door like right, left, back, forth 

Yeah I got money n**** that's of course 

Hit the stage with a b-boi stance 

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

I'm shining like a m*********** 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 fucking with a winner, stripping lobster for dinner 

Veteran in the game, you other n***** just beginners 

In my d-boi stance 'bout to pop a rubber band 

Fuck that fighting in the club you n***** f***** 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**** get ready for the summer 

I hit the club with a mug so mean got them niggas like 

"who the f*** is that?" 

Then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like 

"who the f*** is that?" 

Hit da door like right, left, back, forth 

Yeah I got money n**** that's of course 

Hit the stage with a b-boi stance 

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

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*** is that?" 

Then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like 

"who the f*** is that?" 

Hit da door like right, left, back, forth 

Yeah I got money n**** that's of course 

Hit the stage with a b-boi stance 

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