I'm that n***a with the plugs
I'm that n***a who got homies that be sellin' drugs
I'm the n***a on the back street
With the fat heat, niggas spear 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 nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos
Porsche sittin' on Forgi's
Niggas can't afford these
The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11
I call my homies, not 9-11
I'm the n***a with the juice
But I'll never do my n***a like Pac did Q
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?
I got a shorty name Texas Syn
She got a buddy name Young JB and now you know the deal
That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight
OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you
And man shout my n***a Game he just rolled through
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 nigga, homie got an open case
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'm a crush that ass even if it ain't too big
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big
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?
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
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
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?
Nigga we street 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!
Nigga, 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**kin' thing change!
Bitch! Who do you love!?
