Who Do You Love? (feat. Drake)

I'm that **** with the plugs

I'm the **** who got homies that be selling drugs

I'm the **** on the back street

With the fat heat, **** better run like athletes

I'm that ****, I'm that ****

My Bank of America account got six figures

I'm that **** on the block

Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the glock, uh

You that **** on the low-low

You're the ****, you're the one that be talking to the po-po's

Porsche sitting on Forgi's

**** can't afford these

The Panamera shitting on the nine-eleven

I call my homies, not nine-eleven

I'm that **** with the juice

But I ain't never do my **** like 'Pac did Q

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Champagne

Bitch, who do you love?

I got a shawty named Texas Syn

She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal

We turnt up in the studio, late night

That's why the songs that you hear are coming real tight

OVO crew, ****, thought I told you

If you a player in the game, this should hold you

And man, shout my **** Game, he just rolled through

Eating crab out in Malibu at Nobu

A lot of fools putting salt in the game

Until these women get the notion that they running the game

They got money that they jumping on the pole to make

Did 'The Motto', took a flight to the golden state

I'm the general, just making sure my soldiers straight

Had to leave my ****, 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?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

I'm that ****, I'm that ****

Bank of America account got six figures

I'm that **** on the block

With the fat heat, run like athletes

I'm that ****, I'm that ****

Bank of America account got six figures

I'm that **** on the block

Who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

****, we straight, and we hood

Ain't nobody ever gave us shit

When you see us shining, it's because we steady grinding

We stay paper-chasing

Separating the real from the fake

The fake from the real

We living to die and dying to live

****, that's why we got so many women

I'm tryna go deep, hit them ass cheeks

Bust them guts, make her cum

Bitch, you know the game

Ain't a motherfucking thing change

Bitch, who do you love?

Aight, hold up

I done lost too many homies in these past couple years

This shit brazy

Rest in peace, my **** CJ Mack

Rest in peace, my **** Cedar Block Frog, though

Rest in peace, my **** Tiny M

And last but not least, rest in peace, my **** Big Aaron