Who Do You Love Lyrics – French Montana, Max B, Chinx

Read the full Who Do You Love lyrics by French Montana, Max B and Chinx from the album Wave Gods 2: Cosmos Brothers along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy French Montana’s music, you can also explore Made it Out and We Gettin Money, two other songs by French Montana.

[Intro]
The number one Coke Boy run new york blocks
Shooters on speed dial, call shot
Better talk about
Better talk about (Chinx)
Call shot

[Verse 1]
Got your b!tch in a dubb shack
Broke n!ggas fell off like a hubcap (Hubcap)
The best trip ain’t a big deal
Crib down payment for the best tip drill (Haan)

Spazzing on his hoes, go to my flow
Then they go to his flow, it fu*ks ’em up (Uh-oh)
The number one Coke Boy run new york blocks
Shooters on speed dial, call shot
Never at the feet, aim up
Talking ’bout a crib, n!gga better bring my name up

[Chorus]
Who do you love? (Are you sure?)
Who do you love? (Are you sure?)
Who do you love? (Are you sure?)
Who do you love? (Are you sure?)
Girl Who do you love? (Are you for sure?)
Girl Who do you love? (Are you for sure?)

[Refrain]

(Montana)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
The boys ’bout to flood, who do you love?
Red, white, yellow bone, all the above
Hundred mill want I’m in for
Fu*k the indoor outdoor
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
Out on that own and that lean is clear
Me and Max run the city, imagine if Chinx was here
The number one Coke Boy run new york blocks
Shooters on speed dial, call shot
Never at the feet, aim up
Talking ’bout a crib, n!gga better bring my name up

[Chorus]
Who do you love? (Are you sure?)
Who do you love? (Are you sure?)
Who do you love? (Are you sure?)
Who do you love? (Are you sure?)
Girl Who do you love? (Are you for sure?)
Girl Who do you love? (Are you for sure?)

[Outro]
The best trip ain’t a big deal
Crib down payment for the best tip drill
Spazzing on his hoes, go to my flow
Then they go to his flow, it fu*ks ’em up (Uh-oh)
The number one Coke Boy run new york blocks
Shooters on speed dial, call shot
Never at the feet, aim up
Talking ’bout a crib, n!gga better bring my name up