Who The Fuck Is That? Lyrics

I hit the club with a mug so mean Got them ***** like who the **** is that? Then I hopped up out the car so clean Got them **** like who the **** is that?
Hit the door like right left, back forth Yeah I got the money, ***** that’s of course Hit the stage with a b-boy stance The club owner like who the **** is that?
Pull up in somethin’ tinted, two hundred on the dash Y’all **** rented, hot drop cash, watch the doors lift up This **** then went mad, I'm what you never had Some of this, and some of that
Tell that **** to give me a kiss, 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’ll be mashing out in something European on them buttons
I been rich since I was eleven My grams look like sevens My killers 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 it’s mayo Don't play around me pesos
You should see this steelow Neighborhood nino ***** call me Dolla But these ***** call me Debo
I hit the club with a mug so mean Got them ***** like who the **** is that? Then I hopped up out the car so clean Got them **** like who the **** is that?
I'm like right left, back forth Yeah I got the money, **** that’s of course Hit the stage with a b-boy stance The club owner like who the **** is that?
Shinin’ like a mother****er BBS is blankin' Steve Erkle bought a ton That purple stay stinkin' You talk to that **** , I got swag, I got juice See me in that Bentley Coup Right in front of run and shoot
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 I’m the club stuntin’ like la la la la Laughin’ at these clown ***** like ha ha ha ha
Look, you ****in’ with a winner Strippin’ lobster for the dinner Veteran in the game You wasn’t *****, just beginners
And my d boy stance bout to pop a rubber band **** that fightin’ in the club You ***** ****in’ 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 ***** make it rain while Dolla make it thunda Album comin’ soon, **** , get ready for the summer
I hit the club with a mug so mean Got them ***** like who the **** is that? Then I hopped up out the car so clean Got them **** like who the **** is that?
I'm like right left, back forth Yeah I got the money, **** that’s 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 ***** like who the **** is that? Then I hopped up out the car so clean Got them **** like who the **** is that?
I'm like right left, back forth Yeah I got the money, **** that’s of course Hit the stage with a b-boy stance The club owner like who the **** is that?