DOLLA lyrics : "Who The Fuck Is That?"


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:]
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 -fourth
Yeah I got money, nigga that's of course
Hit the stage with a b-boy stance
The club owner like who the fuck is that?

[Verse 1:]
Pull up in something tinted 200 on the dash
Ya'll shit rented, I drop cash.
Watch the doors lift up, this nigga done went mad.
I'm what you never had, some of this some of that.
Tell that bitch to give me kisses,
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.
Yea u better count yo blessings. Konvict piece around my neck, misdemeanor on my wrist, got a felon on my pinky.
Got you blinking when it gliss.
I got strippers on a payroll. Chargers in Diego.
Yayo like it's mayo. Don't play around with me pesos.
You should see the steel-o. Neighborhood nino.
Bitches call me dolla. But these niggas call me D-bo!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Akon]
We the realist 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 perkie titties
thats pressing against the wall. and while we tossing dollars they be staring at my team.
You wishing that a nigga had it looking so clean
Track jacket on my back looking mint green
Hanging off my ass it's some konvict jeans.
Your no longer feda. your in alot of chedder
No matter how ya look at it bet I can do it better. no need to lookin bitter like a glass of armareda. got a lil vendetta then bring out
The heavy metel
and 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 dow

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Dolla]
I'm shinning like a motherfucker
Vvs it blankin'
Steve Earkle by the ton
That purple steady stankin'
You talking to the dank
I got swag I got juice
See me in that Bentley coupe
Right in front of run N'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
Veteran in the game, you others just beginners
In my D-Boy stance, bout to pop a rubber band
Fuck that fighting in the club
Nigga, you 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, Dollar make it thunder.
Album coming soon, bitch, get ready for the summer

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