Danny Glover - T.I.

I got somethin' for you lookin'-ass niggas

Week and a half, I’mma be in that ass…

It’s like I’m working on an album and a mixtape

at the same motherfucking time!

Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her

I’mma save her, yes, like Danny Glover

I’mma call my partner 'fore I fuck her mother

I pass them a molly, now they kiss each other

Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two

bitches

For that dope he whipped, you need a new wrists

Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits

Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets

Who the fuck told you that Young Thugger

Thugger don’t fuck up the beat?

I got six cars and I also got rentals and all of 'em

tinted

No, I’m not Nipsey, not from L.A., but I got keys to

the city

I fuck it, I suck it, I beat it down, then she beat me

to the ceilin'

Stoner my lifestyle, I’m livin' too wild

I came to make you proud, that money keep her

around

In love with her head, I can’t turn it down

Can’t wait for my time to come back around

She see that you don’t got Lil Haiti’s style

Plus I just seen Snoop on Girls Gone Wild

I just bought a Bentley and a bitch came with it

Young rich nigga hittin' million dollar licks

Balling in New York like a motherfucking Knick

You better have them racks, you ever want to

hear me spit

And everywhere I go I got a pass like the staff

I’m goin' off top like a motherfuckin' lay up

357, six shots like Al

I left ten bands in a motherfuckin' cab

Every time I come out I ain’t never with no new

bitches

These bitches is stealing, I’mma sue bitches

Dripping down his dick, this pussy too vicious

Every time I fuck him I say «Whose is it?»

Who the fuck tell 'em that they was like Nicki?

Oh

no, bitches didn’t!

I’mma give bitches a minute of shine then I’ll tell

'em good riddance

To raise a child, it might take a village

But I wouldn’t know cause these bitches my

sons;

yes, they was, and they still is

Gave him the kitten, now that nigga smitten

Told him to hop in my foreign and then I said

«No, I’m just kiddin'!»

Hell of a livin', you bitches on chitlins

When I come out of my mansion

some bread to the pigeons

Bitches is lyin', they lyin', they lyin', they lie in

they bio

So I ain’t fuckin' with chickens unless I got pico

de gallo

Girls is plottin', what more could they steal?

Tell Justin Timberlake that I am comin for

Jessica Biel

Bitch I’m a star-rah, you niggas, I holla tomarrah

Doors go up cause I am too rich to cop a

Gallardo

No regular doors, on Aventadors

Painted it pink just so I could take pictures while

you rented yours

Hell of a ticket, hell of a price

I want it, I get it, I wire the money, I never think

twice

I am not gay, but lesbi precise

Cause if she pretty, then watch it cause I’mma be

fuckin' ya wife

I knew I was gonna run my money up and

everybody didn’t

All these niggas pussy niggas, tellin' on they

partner

Hope the pussy nigga get a bigger sentence

Pussy nigga play, I’m coming back with the K

And I’mma shoot that motherfucker 'til he livid

Bitches wanna see a nigga thumb through it fast

I’mma name myself Young Thugga tenant

100 bands at a time

I fronted you bands, but you

I don’t like using profanity but the Young Thugger

will cut you

All of my cups are muddy

I fuck my bitches' buddies

I just want nut like Buddy

All of my bitches buddies

Panamera with the tinted roof

All the niggas dogs goin', «Roof»

Top notch shawty, nigga ring came with karats

Young nigga rich, jewelry colder than the attic

If she ain’t a virgin then that bitch is only average

I can’t even hear ya, baby, get rid of the static

I can’t learn a bitch, but I learned mathematics

I just ball her down whenever she call my pattern