Who Do You Love (feat. Drake)

I’m that nigga with the plugs

I’m the nigga with the homies that be sellin’ drugs

I’m the nigga on the back street

With the fire 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 homie’s 9 9-11

I’m the nigga with the juice

But I’ll never do my nigga like Pac did

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

I got a shorty name Texas and

She got a buddy name OJB 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 with no boo

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 model, 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

Imma crush that ass even if it ain’t too big

I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?