YG - Who Do You Love? Feat. Drake

 

Lyrics to Who Do You Love? Feat. Drake by YG

  [Verse 1: YG] I'm that n-gga with the plugs I'm the n-gga who got homies that be sellin' drugs I'm the n-gga on the back street With the fire heat, n-ggas better run like athletes I'm that n-gga, I'm that n-gga My Bank of America account got six figures I'm that n-gga on the block Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock Uh, you that n-gga on the low-low You're the n-gga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos Porsche sittin' on Forgi's N-ggas can't afford these The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11 I call my homies, not 9-11 I'm the n-gga with the juice But I'll never do my n-gga like Pac did Q [Hook: YG] Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? [Verse 2: Drake] I got a shorty name Texas and She got a buddy name 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-gga, thought I told you If you a player in the game, this should hold you And man shout my n-gga 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 model, took a flight to the golden state I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight Had to leave my n-gga, 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'mma crush that ass even if it ain't too big I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big Wassup [Hook: YG] [Bridge: YG] I'm that n-gga, I'm that n-gga Bank of America account got six figures I'm that n-gga on the block Fat heat; run like athletes I'm that n-gga, I'm that n-gga Bank of America account got six figures I'm that n-gga on the block [Hook: YG] [Outro] N-gga 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! N-gga, 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 motherf-ckin' thing change! Bitch! Who do you love!? Bitch, who do you love?