Danny Glover (Freestyle) lyrics

Fargo
Put the money in the duffle and sit yo b*tch ass down, how bout that?

Aye that’s yo boo, boy I know you love er
I can’t say but don’t do Danny Glovers
I was stashin paper in my granny covers
I ain’t tryin to date, I just want petties from er

Every time I walk inside the trap I need a new kitchen
Thuggin up the pots, I need some new dishes
Take yo b*tch to Chili's, I be at Ruth Chrissin
She can’t f*ck with me unless a roof missin
b*tches is waving, a n*gga ignoring
I’m sorry I gotta go hard on my interest, I’m whippin’ a foreign
Number 6 on the Jordans, I got your b*tch on my organ
I might have an orgy, and just pick from the orges
It’s Tory I do it, I’m poppin’ a magnum in Story to prove it
I love my money, b*tch I love my money
These hoes wanna put me on Maury to lose it
SO del uno, he told me to do it
f*ck out of towners that don’t know the movement
Roll with them hitters, you don’t know I do it
I hit then I Insta the photo to prove it
I kill these n*ggas f*ckin with my Philly n*ggas
On that dream chase, even Millie f*ckin with me n*gga
All my doors slap jaws over silly n*gga
Really get em, put em on ice like vanilla with em
n*ggas talk straight, they ain’t never hood
Sound like Ye, they ain’t never could
And uh, maybe I f*ck a broke b*tch
But only if her credit good
Uh, top money I got it
And a n*gga hand talk funny, I’m ridin
But anytime I see cops comin I’m quiet
Cause I ain’t tryin to see who talk to me through the wire
You ain’t never gotta talk, pus*y n*gga you on fire
Do or die and he’s with me pullin up the suicides
You a liar, who am I? You and I both know
n*gga you don’t blow no smoke
Hold no scope, hoes do my chores no joke
Walk through the door, no hopes, no strings, no rope
f*ck n*ggas throw things, hoes feelin so cold
Me? I’m a n*gga, no joke
Me, I’m in the big time league n*gga
Multiplyin all the big top G n*ggas
You these n*ggas tryna play me on a map though
18, 6 top three n*gga
I done came from the bando to the basement
And you real but yo chain on that fake sh*t
When I’m standin on the money b*tch I’m A6
And my chick better than cake mix
Yo chick could scam on that fake sh*t
Her Instagram need a facelift
I’m back in the street on that take sh*t
I’m back in the heat if you say sh*t
These n*ggas fowl and I ain’t playin Broady
Send the wap, no I ain’t playin on it
30 thou on this Laker game but if I lose the bet then I ain’t payin homie
Ridin round with that new Beretta
Don’t believe me? Aks VC n*gga
Hit the town with my new vendetta
You got Stevie Wonder, try see me n*gga
Put yo money up, n*gga put it down
Go to school wit ya, you a juggernaut
See you soft then, you a pus*y now
Take a look at me, take a look around
See the clique with me, gotta shook em now
See the grip with me, I don’t look around
Every chick with me had to book em out
But I hit em all and never took em out
I can go 100 years on the beat
Go until the top, all them n*ggas undefeated
What about all them other n*ggas underneath you that they talk about it to me, motherf*cker let me see it
Bad woman, let me beat it
I could never eat it
Only if she got a millie in a villa real city
Yea these n*ggas say they ball hard
I never see the kush still I’m rockin quarter for the sign of a speed up damn
n*gga
Hit it up