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lyrics: Mustard on the beat hoe I′m that ni**a with the plugs I'm the ni**a who got homies that be sellin′ drugs I'm that ni**a on the back street With the fat heat, ni**as better run like athletes I'm that ni**a, I′m that ni**a My Bank of America account got six figures I'm that ni**a on the block I′m that ni**a on the block Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock You that ni**a on the low-low You the ni**a You′re the one that be talkin' to the popos Porsche sittin′ on Forgis Ni**as can't afford these The Panamera shittin′ on the 9-11 I call my homies, not 911 I'm that ni**a with the juice But I'll never do my ni**a 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, ni**a, thought I told you If you a player in the game, this should hold you And man shout my ni**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 motto, took a flight to the golden state I'm the general, just makin′ sure my soldiers straight Had to leave my ni**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 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 ni**a, I′m that ni**a Bank of America account got six figures I'm that ni**a on the block Fat heat, run like athletes I′m that ni**a, I'm that ni**a Bank of America account got six figures I'm that ni**a on the block Who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Ni**a 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 Ni**a, 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? Alright, hold up I done lost too many hommies in these past couple of years This shit brazy Rest in peace, my ni**a CJ Mack Rest in peace, my ni**a Cedar Block Frog though Rest in peace, my ni**a Tiny M And last but not least, rest in peace, my ni**a Big Aaron