T.I. — Danny glover

Ok, cool, ok, bu, I love her I'mma save her, yes, like Danny Glover I'mma call my partner befo' I fuck the mother I pay them in molly, now kiss each other Everytime I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches Boy, tha doppy whip, you need like new wrists Foreign car outside, that bitch got 2 digits Money stand like 8ft, just like 2 midgets So shawty gonna trippin get some new chicks Let me tell you what I did And I bought a new whip Filled it with some cute, bitches While they was on IG, taking a new pic I was in the bushes in the Valentine day With a K, tryna shoot Cupid Think im playing, for the cab 50 bands And whateva's stacked in that Minnie Van You pro'ly can't relate to what I'm saying, yall niggas Talking up foul I do some shit you pro'ly neva did in yo life Well I don't talk about it Trust me now, nigga, cause you ain't 'bout that life Hustle Gang nigga, got a pro'lem with that? Bring the motherfucking mob and the pro'lem begins If you ever leave from me, ain't no circling back I bet your bitch hang up the phone, you be callin' her back Go hard as a mother fucker Getting head from a couple broads in this motherfucka Ain't no more fuckin credit cards in this motherfucka Bank Roll count 50 large in this motherfucka