Tory Lanez - Danny Glover (Freestyle) Lyrics

Danny Glover (Freestyle) Lyrics by Tory Lanez

(Intro)
Fargo
Put the money in the duffle
And sit and put your ass down
How 'bout that?
I can save a dumple, Danny Glovers
I was stashing paper in my granny covers
I ain't tryna date, i just want pace grown
Every time I walk in the track, I need a new kitchen
Fucking up the poss, I need some new dishes
Tell your bitch to chill this, I be roof grissin'
She can't fuck with me unless a roof missing
Bitches is waving, a nigga ignoring
I’m sorry I gotta go hard on my interest, I’m whippin’ a foreign
Number 6 on the Jordans, I got your bitch 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, bitch I love my money
These hoes wanna put me on Maury to lose it
S-O the uno, he told me to do it
Tramp all the dollars, they don't know the movement
Roll with the hitters, you don't know I do it
I hit, then I instant the photo to prove it
Kill a nigga fucking with my Fillie niggas
In the dream chase, see the nillie fucking with me in my
Closed up Jones, up Sicily, nigga
Let me get 'em, put 'em on, I ain't type vanilla with 'em
Niggas talk street, they ain't never hug
Sound like yay? They ain't ever cough
Into art, maybe I'll fuck a broke bitch
But only if her credit good
Top money, I got it,
Let a nigga talk funny, I ride 'em
But anytime I see cops coming, I'm quiet
Cause I ain't tryna see talk to me through the wire
We never gonna talk, pussy nigga, you on fire
You'll die in this for me, pulling up a suicide
I don't lie, who am I, you and I both know
Nigga, you don't grow no smoke
Hoes in my chums, no joke