Who Do You Love?

I'm that n***a with the plugs
I'm the n***a who got homies that be sellin' d**gs
I'm the n***a on the back street
With the fat heat n***as better run like athletes
I'm that n***a I'm that n***a
My Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that n***a on the block
Police pull up I'm tryna stash the Glock
You that n***a on the low-low
You're the n***a you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos
Porsche sittin' on Forgi's
N***as can't afford these
The Panamera s**ttin' on the 9-11
I call my homies not 911
I'm the n***a with the juice
But I'll never do my n***a like Pac did Q
B***h who do you love
B***h who do you love
B***h who do you love
B***h who do you love
Drake：
Champagne
B***h who do you love
I got a shorty name 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 comin' real tight
OVO crew n***a thought I told you
If you a player in the game this should hold you
And man shout my n***a 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 n***a 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 s**t me and Lil Wayne too big
I'ma crush that a*s even if it ain't too big
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big
Wassup
YG：
B***h who do you love
B***h who do you love
B***h who do you love
B***h who do you love
B***h who do you love
I'm that n***a I'm that n***a
Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that n***a on the block
With the fat heat run like athletes
I'm that n***a I'm that n***a
Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that n***a on the block
Who do you love
B***h who do you love
B***h who do you love
B***h who do you love
B***h who do you love
N***a we straight and we hood
Ain't nobody ever gave us s**t
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
N***a that's why we got so many women
I'm tryna go deep hit them a*scheeks
Bust them guts make her cum
B***h you know the game
Ain't a motherf**kin' thing change
B***h who do you love
Ay hold up
I done lost too many homies in these past couple years
This s**t brazy
Rest in peace my n***a CJ Mack
Rest in peace my n***a Cedar Block Frog though
Bool
Rest in peace my n***a Tiny M
And last but not least
Rest in peace my n***a Big Aaron