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What's up? What's up? on the beat, ho. I'm that nigga with the plugs. I'm that nigga who got homies that be selling Drugs. I'm that nigga on the back street. With the frat 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, Uh. You that nigga on the low-low. You the nigga, yeah the one that be talking To the po-po's, uh. Poor shitting on four Gs. Niggas can't afford these. The Panamera sitting on the 911. I call my homies not 911. I'm that nigga with the juice, but I'd never Do my nigga like Pac did Cube. Who you love? Fuck money. 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 Sin. 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 coming real Tight. OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you. If you a player in the game, this your Whole you. And man, shout my nigga Game, He just rolled through. Eating crab out in Malibu At Nobu. A lot of fools putting salt in The game. Until these women get the notion that They running the game. They got money that they Jumping on the pole to make. Then the model took a flight to the Golden State. I'm the general just making sure my soldiers Straight. Had to leave my nigga, homie 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, what's up? do you love? Fuck money. 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. 5 to 5. 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. 5. Who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Fuck money. 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 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. Nigga, that's why we got so many women. I'm tryna go deep. Hit them ass cheeks, Bust them guts, make her cum. Bitch you know the game. Ain't a motherfucking thing changed. Bitch, who you love? Hold up. I done lost too many homies in these past Couple years. This shit crazy. Rest in peace my nigga CJ Mack. Rest in peace my nigga City Block Frog Doe. Woop. Rest in peace my nigga Tiny M. And last but not least, rest in peace my Nigga Big Aaron