I'm that nigga with the plugs I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs I'm the nigga on the back street With the fire 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'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 homie's not 9-11 I'm the nigga with the juice But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did [Hook: 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 OJB 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 with no boo 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 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