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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
YG
Vocals
Drake
Drake
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Anthony Forte
Anthony Forte
Songwriter
William Bell
William Bell
Songwriter
Booker T. Jones
Booker T. Jones
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Henry Russell
Henry Russell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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?
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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?
[Chorus]
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?
[Bridge]
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
[Chorus]
Who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
[Refrain]
****, 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?
[Outro]
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
Written by: Anthony Forte, Aubrey Drake Graham, Booker T. Jones, Dijon McFarlane, Henry Russell, Keenon Jackson, William Bell
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