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dolla – who the f*** is that? – main version – explicit lyrics

i hit the club with a mug so mean
got them n-ggas like who the f-ck is that?
then i hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the f-ck is that?
hit the door like right left, back forth
yeah i got the money, n-gga thats of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stance
the club owner like who the f-ck is that?
pull up in somethin tinted, two hundred on the dash
yall sh-t rented, hot drop cash, watch the doors lift up
this n-gga then went mad, i’m what you never had
some of this, and some of that
tell that b-tch to give me a kiss, then i smack her on the -ss
throw a stack at her and laugh
this sh-t to me ain’t nothing
how much money do you have?
thats not up for discussion
ill be mashing out in something european on them b-ttons
i been rich since i was eleven
my grams look like sevens
my k!llers look like reverends
and you better count your blessings
konvict piece around my neck
misdemeanor on my wrist
got a felon on my pinkie
got you blinkin when it gliss
i got strippers on the payroll
chargers in diego
yayo like its mayo
don’t play around me pesos
you should see this steelow
neighborhood nino
b-tches call me dolla
but these n-ggas call me debo
i hit the club with a mug so mean
got them n-ggas like who the f-ck is that?
then i hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the f-ck is that?
hit the door like right left, back forth
yeah i got the money, n-gga thats of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stance
the club owner like who the f-ck is that?
shinin like a motherf-cker
bbs is blankin’
steve erkle bought a ton
that purple stay stinkin’
you talk to that n-gga, 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 streets
told me dolla get that money
now im the club stuntin like la la la la
laughin at these clown n-ggas like ha ha ha ha
look, you f-ckin with a winner
strippin lobster for the dinner
veteran in the game
you wasn’t n-ggas, just beginners
and my d boy stance bout to pop a rubber band
f-ck that fightin in the club
you n-ggas f-ckin up my plans
im tryna get a dance, her name and her number
take her to the teli and get some brain in the hummer
you n-ggas make it rain while dolla make it thunda
album comin soon, b-tch, get ready for the summer
i hit the club with a mug so mean
got them n-ggas like who the f-ck is that?
then i hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the f-ck is that?
i’m like right left, back forth
yeah i got the money, n-gga thats of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stance
the club owner like ooo wee
ain’t nothin’ for me to come through and shut the club down
walk through the club me and mug haters down
drop a stack at the bar, a hundred louis thirteen
posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet
they lookin’ at me like, who is, who is he?
i straighten up yo boy, he raised in the streets
my name’s ramone and you can spell it when i step in yo room
take vi, chevy go zoom
i hit the club with a mug so mean
got them n-ggas like who the f-ck is that?
then i hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who the f-ck is that?
i’m like right left back forth
yeah i got the money, n-gga thats of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stance
the club owner like who the f-ck is that?

- dolla lyrics

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