Who Do You Love
YG 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 lyrics of "Who Do You Love" by YG ft Drake is a song about their success in the music industry and how they are admired by many people. The song starts with YG boasting about his lifestyle, being the one with connections to drug dealers, having a lot of money, and being able to stash guns away from the police. Meanwhile, Drake jumps into the chorus, asking a woman who she loves between him and someone else. He then proceeds to talk about his success in the music industry, mentioning that he is a part of OVO crew and how he is a big name in the West and the South.


The second verse is started by Drake, where he mentions a few events from his life, including a shoutout to Game (another celebrated rapper), and eating at Nobu, a high-end Japanese restaurant. He also comments on how women are trying to work in the music industry by using their body and money to influence the game. Later, he talks about how he plans to help out his friends who are in trouble while also being secure in his fame and wealth.


The song's lyrics primarily depict the rapper's luxurious lifestyles but also acknowledge their hard work, dedication, and influence in the industry.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm that nigga with the plugs
I have connections and can provide people with things they need


I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs
My friends are involved in illegal activity


I'm the nigga on the back street With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes
I carry a powerful weapon and I'm not to be messed with


My Bank of America account got six figures
I have a lot of money saved up


I'm the nigga on the block Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
When law enforcement arrives, I try to hide my gun


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


Niggas can't afford these The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11
My luxurious car (Porsche Panamera) is out of most people's price range


I'm the nigga with the juice But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q
I have power and influence, but I won't betray my friends like Tupac did to his friends


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 and her friend is Young JB, and they help me create great music in the studio


And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through Eatin' crab out in Malibu at Nobu
My friend Game just arrived, and we're enjoying seafood at a fancy restaurant in Malibu


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 on a pole, and I went to California to pursue success


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 have fame and respect on the West Coast and in the South, and I'm willing to bribe people to solve problems


And my name too big, and my gang too big Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big
I'm too famous and powerful to be held back, and my music crew is also very big and influential


I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga Bank of America account got six figures
I'm still the same person with a lot of money in the bank


Nigga we street and we hood Ain't nobody ever gave us shit
We come from a rough background and had to work hard to get where we are


We stay paper chasin' Separatin' the real from the fake The fake from the real
We focus on making money and identifying genuine people from those who are fake


We livin' to die and dyin' to live!
We have a tough and dangerous lifestyle, but we're still alive, trying to make the most of it


Bitch, you know the game! Ain't a motherfuckin' thing change!
You're familiar with how things work around here and nothing has changed


Bitch! Who do you love!?
Who do you truly care about and support?




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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