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 ass
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 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 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?