YG - Who Do You Love? lyrics

[Verse 1: YG] I'm that n***a with the plugs I'm the n***a who got homies that be sellin' d** 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 sh**tin' 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 [Hook: 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? [Verse 2: 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 sh**, me and Lil Wayne too big I'mma crush that a** even if it ain't too big I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big Wa**up [Hook: 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? [Bridge: YG] 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 [Hook: 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? [Outro] n***a we straight and we hood Ain't nobody ever gave us sh** 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**cheeks Bust them guts, make her cum b**h, you know the game! Ain't a motherf**in' thing change! b**h! Who do you love!? [Skit: YG] Ay, hold up! I done lost too many homies in these past couple years. This sh** 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