Danny Glover Remix

[Hook: Young Thug] Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her I'm a save her, yes, like Danny Glover I'm a call my partner 'fore her, 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 Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits Money stand like eight feet, just like two midgets [Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] Who the fuck told them that Trae not the king of the streets, shit I rep like no other Yea I get money like Diddy, but everything else by me came out the gutter That's why I pull up with no ceilings like Weezy, yelling fuck a hater no rubber Dare one of you pussies to run up on me, it be over put that on my mother I-I am not backing down, hang up my chopper, no fucking round Fucking with me, I'm a shut it down Bullets come flying, no ducking down Won't nothing be funny, I'm not a clown Have killers and (jail) niggas touching down Shut the fuck up, not a fucking sound You no longer shit cause I'm back in town Money so long, I ain't got a fucking limit Haters get brushed, name shit (shouldn't been in it) Hoes ain't shit, give em' back like they rented Trusain bolt, every night I run up in it Everything black, presidential (? ?) Niggas can't see me like a young nigga tinted Home town (?), for the crown I'll win it Stay on point, other niggas can't pin it [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Thug] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] 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 I sprinkle 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