Who The Fuck Is That Lyrics & Chords By Dolla

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: T-Pain
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 da door like right, left, back, forth
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?"

Dolla
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
Bitches call me Dolla but these niggas call me d-bo

(Chorus)

Akon
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 nigga 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
After magic city nigga anything goes
So impatient can't wait til club close
I'll be in the lambo parked outside the do'

(Chorus)

Dolla
I'm shining like a motherfucker, 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 niggas just beginners
In my d-boi 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