Who Do You Love
Y.G. feat. 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

In Y.G. feat. Drake's song "Who Do You Love," the two artists take turns boasting about their power, wealth, and status in the world of hip-hop. Y.G. starts by declaring himself the "nigga with the plugs," the one who knows all the drug dealers and can get anything he wants. He also talks about his financial success, with a six-figure Bank of America account and expensive cars. Drake comes in with his own set of boasts, mentioning his connection to the OVO crew and dropping names like Lil Wayne and The Game. Throughout the song, both artists assert their dominance over their rivals and remind listeners that they are the ones to watch in the rap game.


The lyrics of "Who Do You Love" reveal a common theme in hip-hop: the desire to be the best and to prove it to the world. Y.G. and Drake use their rhymes to show off their wealth and power, but they also make sure to pay homage to their fallen comrades. The song is filled with references to deceased friends, including CJ Mack, Cedar Block Frog, Tiny M, and Big Aaron. These shout-outs serve as a reminder that even the most successful rappers come from humble beginnings and are not immune to tragedy.


Overall, "Who Do You Love" is a hard-hitting track that combines impressive rhymes, catchy beats, and a healthy dose of swagger. Y.G. and Drake both bring their A-game to the song, making it a standout in their respective catalogs and a favorite among fans of West Coast hip-hop.


Line by Line Meaning

What's up?
Acknowledgement of the producer.


I'm that nigga with the plugs
He has connections and can get whatever people need.


I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs
He has associates who sell illegal drugs.


I'm the nigga on the backstreet
He is on the less-traveled street.


With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes
He has a powerful weapon, people should run like they are athletes.


I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
He is the man.


My Bank of America account got six figures
He has a lot of money.


I'm that nigga on the block
He is the man in his neighborhood.


Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
When the police come, he hides his gun.


Uh, you that nigga on the low-low
Talking to someone in secret.


You the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-po
You are the person who talks to the police.


Uh, Porsche sittin' on Forgi's
He has a Porsche with expensive wheels.


Niggas can't afford these
The expensive wheels are not affordable for some people.


The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11
He has a Porsche Panamera, that is better than a 9-11.


I call my homies, not 9-11
Instead of calling 9-11 he calls his friends for help.


I'm that nigga with the juice
He is more powerful and famous than others.


But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q
He will not betray his friends like Tupac did.


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


I got a shorty named Texas Syn
He has a girlfriend called Texas Syn.


She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal
His girlfriend has a friend called Young JB.


We turnt up in the studio late night
They were working on music in the night.


That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight
Their music is better because they work hard.


OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you
He is in the OVO crew.


If you a player in the game, this should hold you
This should inspire you if you are a player in the game.


And man, shout to my nigga Game, he just rolled through
He acknowledges his friend.


Eatin' crab out in Malibu at Nobu
They are eating an expensive meal in a fancy place.


A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game
A lot of people are messing up the game.


Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game
Women think they run the game.


They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make
Women are making money by dancing.


Did 'The Motto', took a flight to the golden state
He went to Golden State after making 'The Motto.'


I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight
He is keeping his soldiers well-directed.


Had to leave my nigga, homie got a open case
He had to abandon his friend because he has an open legal case.


But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south
He has a lot of power out West and also in the South.


So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out
He plans to bribe someone to solve the problem.


And my name too big, and my gang too big
He has a very powerful image and gang.


Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big
He is in the Young Money gang with Lil Wayne.


I'ma crush that ass even if it ain't too big
He will have sex with someone even if they aren't big.


I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big, what's up?
He jokes that his pinky ring is too big.


Nigga, we street and we hood
They are from the street and the hood.


Ain't nobody ever gave us shit
They have never been given anything freely.


When you see us shinin' it's 'cause we steady grindin'
They work hard and that is why they succeed.


We stay paper chasin'
They are always trying to earn money.


Separatin' the real from the fake
They distinguish real people from fake ones.


The fake from the real
They recognize the fake from the real people.


We livin' to die and dyin' to live
They are living to die whilst also surviving.


Nigga, that's why we got so many women
They are popular with women because of their lifestyle.


I'm tryna go deep, hit them ass cheeks
He is trying to have sex.


Bust them guts, make her cum
He wants to satisfy sexually.


Bitch, you know the game
Women know what he wants.


Ain't a motherfuckin' thing change
Nothing has changed.


Bitch, who do you love?
Who do you genuinely love?


Ayy, hold up
Wait a minute.


I done lost too many homies in these past couple years
He has lost many friends recently.


This shit brazy
It's crazy.


Rest in peace, my nigga CJ Mack
He mourns his friend CJ Mack.


Rest in peace, my nigga Cedar Block Frog though (bool)
He mourns his friend Cedar Block Frog.


Rest in peace, my nigga Tiny M
He mourns his friend Tiny M.


And last but not least, rest in peace, my nigga Big Aaron
Last but not least, he mourns his friend Big Aaron.




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

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