Who Do U Love
Drake Lyrics


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What's up?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

I'm that nigga with the plugs
I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs
I'm the nigga on the back street
With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
My Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that nigga on the block
Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
Uh, you that nigga on the low-low
You the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos
Uh, 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 that nigga with the juice
But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q

Bitch, who do you love? (4Hunnid)
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love? (Champagne)
Bitch, who do you love?

I got a shorty named 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, 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
I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight
Had to leave my nigga, homie got a 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'ma crush that ass even if it ain't too big
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big, what's up?

Bitch, who do you love? (4Hunnid)
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?

I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that nigga on the block
Fat heat, run like athletes
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that nigga on the block

Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love? (4Hunnid)
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 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
Nigga, that's why we got so many women
I'm tryna go deep, hit them ass cheeks
Bust them guts, make her cum
Bitch, you know the game
Ain't a motherfuckin' thing change
Bitch, who do you love?

Ayy, hold up
I done lost too many homies in these past couple years
This shit brazy
Rest in peace, my nigga CJ Mack
Rest in peace, my nigga Cedar Block Frog though (bool)




Rest in peace, my nigga Tiny M
And last but not least, rest in peace, my nigga Big Aaron

Overall Meaning

The song "Who Do You Love?" by Drake YG is an anthem celebrating street cred and success. The lyrics are straightforward and filled with boasts, with YG and Drake rapping about their dominance in the rap game and their financial success. YG claims to be the man with the juice but promises not to betray his friends the way Tupac allegedly did with his friend and collaborator, Ice Cube. The repeated questions of "Bitch, who do you love?" underscore the song's message of self-confidence and domination.


The song's message is all about hard work and success. The artists' personalities are larger-than-life, with their bank accounts and reputations preceding their reputations. As they move through the world, these rap stars are targets for those who would take them down, from the police to rival gangs. But they remain unphased, sticking to their principles and maintaining their dominance. The song is both a self-affirmation and a challenge to anyone who might challenge their authority.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm that nigga with the plugs
I am the guy with connections


I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs
I know people who deal drugs


I'm the nigga on the back street With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes
I am a dangerous guy who hangs out in the shadows, carrying a large weapon


I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga My Bank of America account got six figures
I am wealthy and self-confident


I'm that nigga on the block Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
I am constantly dealing with the police and hiding my gun


Uh, you that nigga on the low-low You're the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos
You are the person who secretly works with the police


Porsche sittin' on Forgi's Niggas can't afford these The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11
My Porsche's wheels and tires are expensive, and the car is superior to a 911


I call my homies, not 9-11 I'm the nigga with the juice
I rely on my friends, not the police in an emergency; I have influence and power


But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q
I will not betray my friend like Tupac did to his friend Q


Bitch, who do you love?
Who do you care about the most?


I got a shorty name Texas Syn She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal
I have a girl named Texas Syn, who has a friend Young JB, and they are all in on our plans


We turnt up in the studio late night That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight
We work hard at night to make great music


And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through Eatin' crab out in Malibu at Nobu
My friend Game just showed up; he is eating crab at a fancy restaurant in Malibu


A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game
There are people trying to ruin our plans, but eventually, the women involved will realize their power and control


They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make Did the motto, took a flight to the golden state
Women are making money by dancing and gyrating for men; we followed our plans and went to California


I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case
I am a leader making sure everyone is alright, but I had to abandon my friend because he has an open court 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
I am well-respected and influential in the western United States and the southern United States, and we will use bribes to solve our problems


And my name too big, and my gang too big Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big
My name and gang are so prominent, and Lil Wayne and I are so well-known


Imma crush that ass even if it ain't too big I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big (Wassup)
I will have sex with a woman even if her butt is small, and I can't do a pinky swear because my ring is too big


Nigga we street and we hood Ain't nobody ever gave us shit
We come from the streets and have lived in bad neighborhoods, and nobody ever helped us


When you see us shinin' it's because we steady grindin' We stay paper chasin'
We work hard to make money and become successful


Separatin' the real from the fake The fake from the real
We identify who is genuine and who is fake


We livin' to die and dyin' to live! Nigga, that's why we got so many women
We are all going to die someday, so we live our lives to the fullest and enjoy our time with women


I'm tryna go deep, hit them asscheeks Bust them guts, make her cum Bitch, you know the game!
I want to have sex with a woman and make her experience intense pleasure; you know how the game works


Ain't a motherfuckin' thing change! Bitch! Who do you love!?
Nothing is different, and I want to know who you care about the most




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, William Bell, Anthony Forte, Aubrey Drake Graham, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Booker T Jones

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