Drake, YG - Who Do You Love?

Who Do You Love?

Drake, YG

03:54

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Drake
YG
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03:54

Song lyrics

[Verse 1:]
I'm that nigga with the plugs,
I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs,
I'm the nigga on the back street
With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes.
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga,
My Bank of America account got six figures,
I'm that nigga on the block,
Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock.
Uh, you that nigga on the low-low,
You're the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos.
Porsche sittin' on Forgi's,
Niggas can't afford these,
The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11,
I call my homies, not 9-11.
I'm the nigga with the juice,
But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q.

[Chorus:]
Bitch, who do you love? [x5]

[Verse 2: Drake]
I got a shorty name Texas Syn,
She got a buddy named Dolce B and now you know the deal.
We turnt up in the studio late night,
That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight.
OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you,
If you a player in the game, this should hold you,
And, man, shout my nigga Game, he just rolled through,
Eatin' crab out in Malibu at NOBU.
A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game,
Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game,
They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make,
Did the motto, took a flight to the Golden state.
I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight,
Had to leave, my nigga, homie got an open case,
But I'm big on the West like I'm big in the South,
So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out.
And my name too big, and my gang too big,
Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big,
I'ma crush that ass even if it ain't too big,
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big,
Wassup!

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga,
Bank of America account got six figures.
I'm that nigga on the block,
Fat heat; run like athletes.
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga,
Bank of America account got six figures.
I'm that nigga on the block.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Nigga, we street and we hood,
Ain't nobody ever gave us shit,
When you see us shinin', it's because we steady grindin'.
We stay paper chasin',
Separatin' the real from the fake,
The fake from the real,
We livin' to die and dyin' to live!
Nigga, that's why we got so many women,
I'm tryna go deep, hit them asscheeks,
Bust them guts, make her cum.
Bitch, you know the game!
Ain't a muthafuckin' thing change!
Bitch, who do you love?

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