Letras: Travis Porter. Who's Dat.

(Chorus)
Who's that fuckin' all the hoes?
Who's that doing all the shows?
I, I, I, I, I, I, I (Dat Me)
Who's that smoking' all that out?
Who's that jumping in the crowd?
I, I, I, I, I, I, I

(Rell Road)
Okay that's Rell Road and I'm with Travis Pee
Blowing Os at the law just to fiest me
When I hit the stage, got the ladies just sight see
Glancing at the wrist cause it looking like a high beam
Bitch please, you only hear just to fuck me
You ain't with it, there's a door, next one please
Oh ten golden When I'm driving Cadillac, Coupe status now so when I'm riding so elusive
Drinking' shit this morning so my mind going crazy
Heart keeps spitting and my thoughts keep racing
I'm so motherfuckin' wasted
G-G-Girl bust that pussy so I can come and fade it

(Chorus)
Who's that fuckin' all the hoes?
Who's that doing all the shows?
I, I, I, I, I, I, I (Dat Me)
Who's that smoking' all that out?
Who's that jumping in the crowd?
I, I, I, I, I, I, I

(Quez)
Damn, Quez, ya style so diff-er-ent
Now a nigga on got all the girls digging' me
How the hell you break your ankles ticking it
Whole club killing it
True Religion ....... ?
Damn I need some hoes so I gotta call Rell Road
Damn I need some weed so I call up my 'migo
You know we got the L bone
Shawty like my smell though
Quez, you wanna hit this man dawg?

Nigga, hell noo

(Strap)
Look who dat be
Look who dat is
.......................?
Pull up for ya no shirt
Loud pack, no dirt
Drinking, smoking, smoking, drinking
Fuck it till my throat hurt
........................?
Shout to my partner deaa
Riding, we come with the NY and we bought a lot of gear
Drink a lot of beer
But with Rosae right hea and now the hoes go crazy cause when Travis Port appears

(Ali)
Hat to the side
Belt to the side
Drunk? till its time
Shirt with a tie
Who's that dressing all crazayyy?
Everybody know that that's Traviee
Jump in the crowd
Ladies jumping with the crowd
Drunk as fuck, about to turn it upside down
Everyday of week, a nigga out of town
and every city we in, we shut that bitch down

(Chorus)
Who's that fuckin' all the hoes?
Who's that doing all the shows?
I, I, I, I, I, I, I (Dat Me)
Who's that smoking' all that out?
Who's that jumping in the crowd?
I, I, I, I, I, I, I