Lyrics Who Does That!? - RC The Realist

What's up, Crisino?
See this is type of song when someone hears it
Everyone just starts going around saying it, you know?

Girl you try to tell a player no (who does that?)
Then you're walking by me some more (who does that?)
Now you call your friends to the floor (who does that?)
Tell me something girl cuz I really wanna know
WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOES THAT, HUH!?
WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOES THAT, GIRL!?

I walk up in the club, I know you see me
I bet your boyfriend wanna be me
That is if he really exists girl
Cause you've been making up all this shit girl
I know you got some feelings
Fronting on me, trying to make you look appealing
Claiming he's a G and he's claiming he's the realist
Now, baby quit the bull and just tell me what the deal is
And tell me why you're in this club tonight
I know you wanna get this loving tonight

Girl you try to tell a player no (who does that?)
Then you're walking by me some more (who does that?)
Now you call your friends to the floor (who does that?)
Tell me something girl cuz I really wanna know
WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOES THAT, HUH!?
WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOES THAT, GIRL!?

See you over there with your friends
Pointing and giggling
What the business is?
One of em slid your number
And then another
Said don't blow your cover
Girl if you don't come here
You won't have a lover
Cause I ain't got time to be dealing with a fronter
Girl, you're gonna ruin it, it's on to another
Said she's independent and she wanna buy a hummer
And tell me why you're in this club tonight
I know you wanna get this loving tonight

Girl you try to tell a player no (who does that?)
Then you're walking by me some more (who does that?)
Then you call your friends to the floor (who does that?)
Tell me something girl cuz I really wanna know
WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOES THAT, HUH!?
WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOES THAT, GIRL!?

So, if you're stunting in the club
Throw your hands up
See her frontin on the low
Throw your hands up
And you're sipping on patron
Throw your hands up
She's still frontin in the club, don't give up
(She's just trying to front)