Lyrics Who Do You Love - Drake
I'm
that
nigga
with
the
plugs
I'm
that
nigga
who
got
homies
that
be
sellin'
drugs
I'm
the
nigga
on
the
back
street
With
the
fat
heat,
niggas
spear
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
that
nigga
on
the
low-low
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
name
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
I'm
a
crush
that
ass
even
if
it
ain't
too
big
I
would
pinky
swear
but
my
pinky
ring
too
big
Wassup
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
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!?
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1 Hold on Were Going Home
2 Who Do You Love
3 Too Much
4 Know About Me
5 Mine
6 Shit (Remix)
7 Trophies
8 Odio
9 We Made It
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