Who Do You Love? (ＷｈｏＤｏＹｏｕＬｏｖｅ？) (Explicit) - YG/Drake

Lyrics by：Keenon Jackson/Dijon McFarlane/Aubrey Graham/Anthony Forte/William Bell/Booker T. Jones/Henry Russell

Composed by：Keenon Jackson/Dijon McFarlane/Aubrey Graham/Anthony Forte/William Bell/Booker T. Jones/Henry Russell

YG：

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