Akon - Who The f** Is That lyrics

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Akon - Who The f** Is That lyrics

I own the club That's right Akon, Dolla-Dolla Especially 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 n***as 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 fourth Yeah, I got money n***a 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 sh** rented I drop cash Watch the doors lift up This n***a then went mad I'm wat you never had Some of this some of that Tell that b**h To give me kiss Then I smack her on a** Throw a stack At her and laugh This sh** 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 bu*tons I been rich since I was 11 My grams look Like 7's my k**ers Look like reverends Yea u better count Yo blessings Convict piece around my neck Misdameter on my risk Got a fellon on my pinky 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 Paso You should see the stello Neighborhood nino b**hes call me Dolla But these n***as call me D-Bo (Chorus) Akon: n***as 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***a Had looking so clean Track jacket on my back Looking mint green Hanging off my a** It's some konvict jeans Your no longer better Your in a lot of chedder No matter how Ya look at it bet I can do it better No need for lookin better Like a gla** of armmeretter Got a lil Vendetta Then bring out The heavy metal Pull up on that trigger Like I'm pulling on These hoes After magic city n***a anything goes So impatient Can't wait to club close I'll be in the lambo Poppin side ya don (Chorus) Dolla: I'm shinning Like a motherf**er Vvs it blanking Steve earkle by the tongue 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 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 cow n***as Like ha, ha, ha, ha Look you f**ing with a winner Stripping lobster for dinner Bet you any game You other just beginners In my d-oy stancebout To pop a rubber band f** that fighting in the club You n***a f**in' up my plans I'm tryna get a dance her name And her number taker her To the telly get some brain In the hummer You n***as make it rain my dollar Make it thunder album coming soon b**h get ready for the summer

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