"Who Do You Love" lyrics
French Montana, Max B & Chinx Lyrics
Number one Coke Boy, run New York blocks
Shooters on speed dial, call shot
Yay, yay, yay (Call shot)
Yay, yay, yay
Better talk about (Better talk about)
Better talk about (Chinx)
Call shot
Uh, got your bitch in a dub shack
Broke niggas fell off (Like a hubcap)
Hubcap, your best stripper ain't a big deal (Yay)
Crib down payment for the best tip drill (Right)
Spazzing on his hoes, go to my flow
Then they go to his flow, it fucks 'em up (Uh-oh)
Your number one Coke Boy run New York blocks
Shooters on speed dial, call shot
Never at the feet, aim up
Talkin' 'bout a crib, nigga better bring my name up
Who do you love? (Who you love?)
And are you sure? (Are you sure?)
Who do you love?
And are you sure? (All them bitches)
Who do you love?
And are you sure? (Is you? Ayy)
Who do you love?
And are you sure?
Girl, do you know? (Do you know?)
Are you for sure? (Only if you sure, baby)
Girl, do you know?
Are you for sure? (Montana)
Them-them boys 'bout to flood, who-who do you love?
Red, white, yellow bone, all the above
Hu-hundred mill' what I'm in for
Fuck the indoor-outdoor
I-I could put the outdoor indoor
Take you to the top floor
Baby, slow down on the pills
Tryna give me head with a lockjaw (Ah)
On-on our own and that lane is clear
Me and Max run the city, imagine if Chinx was here (Yay)
Your number one Coke Boy run New York blocks
Shooters on speed dial, call shot
Never at the feet, aim up
Talkin' 'bout a crib, nigga better bring my name up
Who do you love? (Love)
And are you sure? (Are you sure?)
Who do you love?
And are you sure? (All them bitches)
Who do you love?
And are you sure? (Is you? Ayy)
Who do you love?
And are you sure?
Girl, do you know? (Do you know?)
Are you for sure? (Only if you sure, baby)
Girl, do you know?
Are you for sure? (Yeah)
Your best stripper ain't a big deal (Yay)
Crib down payment for the best tip drill (Right)
Spazzing on his hoes, go to my flow
Then they go to his flow, it fucks 'em up (Uh-oh)
Your number one Coke Boy run New York blocks
Shooters on speed dial, call shot
Never at the feet, aim up
Talkin' 'bout a crib, nigga better bring my name up
Shooters on speed dial, call shot
Yay, yay, yay (Call shot)
Yay, yay, yay
Better talk about (Better talk about)
Better talk about (Chinx)
Call shot
Uh, got your bitch in a dub shack
Broke niggas fell off (Like a hubcap)
Hubcap, your best stripper ain't a big deal (Yay)
Crib down payment for the best tip drill (Right)
Spazzing on his hoes, go to my flow
Then they go to his flow, it fucks 'em up (Uh-oh)
Your number one Coke Boy run New York blocks
Shooters on speed dial, call shot
Never at the feet, aim up
Talkin' 'bout a crib, nigga better bring my name up
Who do you love? (Who you love?)
And are you sure? (Are you sure?)
Who do you love?
And are you sure? (All them bitches)
Who do you love?
And are you sure? (Is you? Ayy)
Who do you love?
And are you sure?
Girl, do you know? (Do you know?)
Are you for sure? (Only if you sure, baby)
Girl, do you know?
Are you for sure? (Montana)
Them-them boys 'bout to flood, who-who do you love?
Red, white, yellow bone, all the above
Hu-hundred mill' what I'm in for
Fuck the indoor-outdoor
I-I could put the outdoor indoor
Take you to the top floor
Baby, slow down on the pills
Tryna give me head with a lockjaw (Ah)
On-on our own and that lane is clear
Me and Max run the city, imagine if Chinx was here (Yay)
Your number one Coke Boy run New York blocks
Shooters on speed dial, call shot
Never at the feet, aim up
Talkin' 'bout a crib, nigga better bring my name up
Who do you love? (Love)
And are you sure? (Are you sure?)
Who do you love?
And are you sure? (All them bitches)
Who do you love?
And are you sure? (Is you? Ayy)
Who do you love?
And are you sure?
Girl, do you know? (Do you know?)
Are you for sure? (Only if you sure, baby)
Girl, do you know?
Are you for sure? (Yeah)
Your best stripper ain't a big deal (Yay)
Crib down payment for the best tip drill (Right)
Spazzing on his hoes, go to my flow
Then they go to his flow, it fucks 'em up (Uh-oh)
Your number one Coke Boy run New York blocks
Shooters on speed dial, call shot
Never at the feet, aim up
Talkin' 'bout a crib, nigga better bring my name up
