Who Do You Love
YG Feat. Drake & The Game Lyrics
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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
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 nigga with the juice
But I'll 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
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 an 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
Imma crush that ass even if it ain't too big
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big (Wassup)
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 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?
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 asscheeks
Bust them guts, make her cum
Bitch, you know the game!
Ain't a motherfuckin' thing change!
Bitch! Who do you love!?
The lyrics of YG feat. Drake's song Who Do You Love ? boast about the rappers' wealth, status, and gang membership. YG, in particular, describes himself as "that nigga with the plugs," meaning he has connections to drug dealers, and he is also "that nigga on the block" who carries a weapon and runs from the police. He brags about having a six-figure Bank of America account, owning an expensive Porsche, and being "the nigga with the juice," which can be interpreted as a reference to his influence, power, or charisma. He also challenges his rivals, asking "bitch, who do you love?" and displaying his loyalty to his gang and his fallen friend Tupac Shakur ("But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q").
Drake's verse is less aggressive and more personal, as he talks about his relationships with women, his fellow rappers, and his hometown Toronto ("OVO crew," which stands for "October's Very Own," is Drake's record label, and he calls himself "the general" who takes care of his "soldiers"). He mentions two women he knows, Texas Syn and Young JB, who may be his friends, girlfriends, or collaborators. He also addresses the issue of women using their sexuality to make money and the challenge of separating real friends from fake ones. Overall, the song celebrates the rappers' success and confidence, while also acknowledging the struggles and dangers of their lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm that nigga with the plugs
I'm the guy who knows people and can hook you up
I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs
I have friends who sell contraband items
I'm the nigga on the back street
I am the one who hangs out in the darker parts of the neighborhood
With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes
I carry a large weapon, and anyone who sees me with it should flee
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
I am the one and only, can't be duplicated
My Bank of America account got six figures
I have lots of money in my Bank of America account
I'm that nigga on the block
I am respected and well-known in my neighborhood
Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
If I see the police, I will try to hide my gun
Uh, you that nigga on the low-low
You are the guy who keeps a low profile
You're the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos
You're the one who talks to the police
Porsche sittin' on Forgi's
I have a high-end car with specialized wheels
Niggas can't afford these
Most people can't afford this car
The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11
My higher end model Porsche is better than the lower end one
I call my homies, not 9-11
When I need help, I call my friends instead of the police
I'm the nigga with the juice
I have power and influence
But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q
I won't betray my friend like Tupac Shakur did to Quincy Jones III
Bitch, who do you love?
Who do you truly care about?
I got a shorty name Texas Syn
I have a girl named Texas Syn
She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal
She has a friend named Young JB, and that's all there is to it
We turnt up in the studio late night
We had a wild time in the recording studio late at night
That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight
That's why the music we make is so great
OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you
I'm a member of the OVO group, and I thought I already told you that
If you a player in the game, this should hold you
If you are competing in this field, this information will be helpful to you
And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through
Hey, give a shout out to my friend The Game, he just arrived
Eatin' crab out in Malibu at Nobu
We're having a luxurious meal at a fancy restaurant in Malibu
A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game
Many people are bringing negativity into our world
Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game
Until certain women realize that they don't control this world
They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make
They are using their bodies to make money
Did the motto, took a flight to the golden state
I followed the popular saying, and flew to California
I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight
I'm in charge, and making sure everything is in order
Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case
I had to leave my friend because he is facing legal trouble
But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south
I am well-known and respected in both the west and south regions of the United States
So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out
We will bribe some people to make our problems go away
And my name too big, and my gang too big
I am too well-known, and my group is too large
Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big
Our group, Young Money, is very popular and successful
Imma crush that ass even if it ain't too big
I will have sex with a woman, even if she's not very attractive
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big
I would make a promise and symbolize it with a pinky swear, but my ring is too large for that
Nigga we street and we hood
We are part of the urban and impoverished parts of society
Ain't nobody ever gave us shit
We have never been given anything by anyone
When you see us shinin' it's because we steady grindin'
We achieve success through hard work
We stay paper chasin'
We are always trying to make more money
Separatin' the real from the fake
We can tell who is genuine and who is not
The fake from the real
We can tell what is genuine and what is not
We livin' to die and dyin' to live!
We are making the most of our time, because life is precious
Nigga, that's why we got so many women
That's why we have so many romantic partners
I'm tryna go deep, hit them asscheeks
I am trying to have sex with her more deeply
Bust them guts, make her cum
I am trying to make her experience sexual pleasure
Bitch, you know the game!
You know how it is!
Ain't a motherfuckin' thing change!
Nothing has changed, same old thing
Bitch! Who do you love!?
Who do you truly care about?
Lyrics © SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: ANTHONY FORTE, AUBREY GRAHAM, BOOKER T. JR. JONES, DIJON MCFARLANE, KEENON DAQUAN RAY JACKSON, WILLIAM BELL
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