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


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I hit the club with a mug so mean got them ^!$$%s like who the $#&@ is that?
Then I hop up out the car so clean got them hoes like who the $#&@ is that?

Hit da door like right- left back -fourth
Yeah I got money, ^!$$% that's of course
Hit the stage with a b-boy stance

The club owner like who the $#&@ is that?

[Verse 1:]

Pull up in something tinted 200 on the dash
Ya'll %#@! rented, I drop cash.
Watch the doors lift up, this ^!$$% done went mad.

I'm what you never had, some of this some of that.
Tell that (*##$ to give me kisses,
then I smack her on the $$#

Throw a stack at her and laugh.
This %#@! 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.
(*##$es call me dolla. But these ^!$$%s call me D-bo!


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[Verse 2: Akon]
We the realist ^!$$%s 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 !@%$

thats pressing against the wall. and while we tossing dollars they be staring at my team.
You wishing that a ^!$$% had it looking so clean
Track jacket on my back looking mint green

Hanging off my $$# 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 ^!$$% anything goes

So impateint can't wait to club close
I'll be in the lambo poppin side ya dow


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[Verse 3: Dolla]

I'm shinning like a mother$#&@er
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 ^!$$%s like ha ha ha ha
Look you $#&@ing 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
$#&@ that fighting in the club

^!$$%, you $#&@in' 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 ^!$$%s make it rain, Dollar make it thunder.
Album coming soon, (*##$, get ready for the summer