I'm that n***a with the plugs I'm that n***a who got homies that be sellin' drugs I'm that n***a on the back street With the fat heat, n****s 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 You that n***a on the low-low You that n***a, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-po's Poor shittin' on 4Gs N****s can't afford these The Panamera shittin' on a 911 I call my homies 9-9-11 I'm that n***a with the juice but I never do my n***a like Pac, bitch, who do you love? 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 and she got a buddy named Young J.B. And now you know the deal We turnt up in the studio late night That's why the songs that you hear comin' real tight OVO crew, n***a, thought I told you If you a player in the game, they should hold you That man shot my n***a game, he just rolled up in the pool Eatin' crab out of Malibu with no bull 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 gold estate I'm the general, just makin' sure my shoulders straight Had to leave my n***a home, he 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 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 n***a, I'm that n***a Bank of America account, got six figures I'm that n***a on the block Run like athletes I'm that n***a, I'm that n***a Bank of America account, got six figures I'm that n***a 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? N***a, we street and we hood, ain't nobody ever gave us shit When you see us shining, it's because we steady grinding We stay paper chasing, separating the real from the fake The fake from the real, we living to die and dying to live N***a, that's why we got so many women I'm tryna go deep, hit them ass cheeks, bust them guts, make her dumb Bitch, you know the game, and a lot of fucking things change Bitch, who do you love? And last but not least, rest in peace my n***a Big Aaron