[Produced by DJ Mustard]

[Verse 1: YG]
I'm that n***a with the plugs
I'm the n***a who got homies that be sellin' drugs
I'm the n***a on the back street
With the fire heat, n***as better run like athletes
I'm that n***a, I'm that n***a
My Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that n***a on the block
Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
Uh, you that n***a on the low-low
You're the n***a, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos
Porsche sittin' on Forgi's
N***as can't afford these
The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11
I call my homies, not 9-11
I'm the n***a with the juice
But I'll never do my n***a like Pac did Q

[Chorus: YG]
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
[Verse 2: Drake]
I got a shorty name Texas and
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, n***a, thought I told you
If you a player in the game, this should hold you
And man shout my n***a 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 model, took a flight to the golden state
I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight
Had to leave my n***a, 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

[Chorus: YG]
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?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
[Verse 3: Game]
Blood Money, Cash Money, and that's all
I'm the n***a with the crown on his head
Cross me and my city, I put the town on your head
Put that click clack sound on your head
Me and YG Tha Dogg Pound wearing red
Me and my n***a Drizzy runnin' through Miami like LeBron
Shout to Nicki, shout to Tune, shout to Ricky
Rack to the town roll a pound, shout out to Nipsey
1000 dollar blunts, blow it down if you with me
Get lost in the cloud, shout to Pac, shout to Whitney
Rollin’ down Wilshire in the Wraith, shout to Biggie
Got my 2 Chainz on feelin’ like Tity
Ciroc in my glass, no Diddy, just affili
No pity and the bitches give me kitty like Miaw
35 million, how to make it? come and see how
Ballin' in the club, money tall as Boris Diaw
Me and YG out, now tell me!