Mustard on the beat hoe
Im that nigga with the plugs
Im the nigga who got homies that be sellin drugs
Im that nigga on the back street
With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes
Im that nigga, Im that nigga
My Bank of America account got six figures
Im that nigga on the block
Police pull up, Im tryna stash the Glock
You that nigga on the low-low
You the nigga
Youre the one that be talkin to the popos
Porsche sittin on Forgis
Niggas cant afford these
The Panamera shittin on the 9-11
I call my homies, not 911
Im that nigga with the juice
But Ill never do my nigga 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 named Young JB and now you know the deal
We turnt up in the studio, late night
Thats why the songs that you hear are comin real tight
OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you
If you a player in the game, this should hold you
And man shout my nigga 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
Im the general, just makin sure my soldiers straight
Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case
But Im big on the west like Im 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
Ima crush that ass even if it aint 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?
Im that nigga, Im that nigga
Bank of America account got six figures
Im that nigga on the block
Fat heat, run like athletes
Im that nigga, Im that nigga
Bank of America account got six figures
Im that nigga on the block
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
Aint nobody ever gave us shit
When you see us shinin
Its 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, thats why we got so many women
Im tryna go deep, hit them asscheeks
Bust them guts, make her cum
Bitch, you know the game
Aint a motherfuckin thing change
Bitch, who do you love?
Alright, hold up
I done lost too many hommies in these past couple of years
This shit brazy
Rest in peace, my nigga CJ Mack
Rest in peace, my nigga Cedar Block Frog though
Rest in peace, my nigga Tiny M
And last but not least, rest in peace, my nigga Big Aaron