Who The F**k Is That (feat. T-Pain and Dolla)

Tay Dizm

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    [i own the club, that's right.
    Akon, that's right.
    Dolla dolla,
    Especially the strip club
    T-pain, convict
    I own the club, that's right.
    Akon, that's right.
    Dolla dolla,
    Especially the strip club
    T-pain, convict]

    Let me talk to em, let me talk to em

    [chours]
    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 so clean
    Got them hoes like who the fuck is that?
    Hit the floor like right left back forth
    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?

    Pull up somethin tinted,
    Two hundred on the dash,
    Y'all shit rented
    Hot drop cash, watch the door lift up
    This nigga don't look 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 nothing
    How much money do you have? that's not up for discussion
    I'll be mad
    She knows whats up, european on them buttons
    I been rich since i was eleven
    My grams look like sevens
    My killers look like revens
    And you better count your blessings
    Count a peace around my neck
    Misdemeanor on my wrist
    Got a felon on my pinky
    Got you blinkin when it
    I got strippers on payroll
    Charges in diago
    Yayo like it's mayo
    Do play around me pesos
    You should see this steelow, neighborhood neon
    Bitches call me dolla, but these niggas call me debo

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    [chours]

    We the realest niggas that you ever saw
    Don't make me have to come around spread all y'all
    The world so small, it's a big golf ball
    Just like the perky titties, just press them up against the wall
    And while we toss dollas, they're just starin at my team
    You wishin that nigga had it lookin so clean
    Track jacket on my back lookin mint grean
    Hangin off my ass is some convict jeans
    Ain't no long feda, gettin lots a chedda
    No matter how you look at it, bet i can do better
    No need to look better, like a glass of almonral
    Got a little vendetta, then bring out the heavy metal
    Then pull up on the trigga like i'm pullin on these hoes
    To magic city nigga anything goes
    So impatient can't wait, the club close
    I bein the the lambo park beside your door

    [chours]

    Shinin like a mother fucker
    Bbs is black
    Steve erkle bought a ton
    That purple stay stinkin
    You talk to that nigga, i got swag, i got juice
    See me in that bentley coup
    Right in front of runnin shoop
    You be runnin when i shoot,
    I be shootin when you runnin
    Con got me out the street,
    Told me "dolla get that money"
    Now i'm the club stuntin like la la la la
    Laughin at these clown niggas like ha ha ha ha
    Look, you fuckin with a winner
    Strippin often for the dinner
    Veteran in the game
    You other niggas, just beginners
    And my d boy stands bout to pop a rubberband
    Fuck that fightin in the club
    You niggas fuckin up my plans
    I'm tryna get a dance, her name and her number
    Take her to the teli and get some brain in the hummer
    You niggas make it rain while dolla make it thunda
    Album comin soon bitch, get ready for the summer

    [chours]

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