[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I told, I told, ay ay, I told you
Up in the morning, miss you bad
Sorry I ain't called you back
Same problem my father had
All his time, all he had, all he had
In what he dreamed
All his cash, market crashed
Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that
Drops some stacks pops is good
Momma pa** in Hollywood
If you ask, lost my soul
Driving fast, lost control
Off the road, jaw was broke
'Member we all was broke
'Member I'm coming back
I'll be taking all the stacks
[Verse 2: Desiigner]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin' dope, lean, and sh**, sippin' Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace sh**, life Desiigner
Whole bunch of lavish sh**
They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' sh**
I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti whip look how I drive this sh**
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, k**in' on camera
Pop a Perc, I can't stand up
Gorilla, they come and k** you with bananas
Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom
Know n***as, they come and k** you on the camera
Big Rollie, it dancin' bigger than a Pandie
Go Oscar for Grammy, b**h pull up ya panty
Fill up I'ma flip it, I got b**hes pull up and they get it
I got n***as that's countin' for digits
Say you make you a lot of new money
Know some k**as pull off and they in the Wraith
CTD, pull up in the k**a Bape
Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank
n***as up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank
f** we gon' k** the bank, get it
I got broads, yea I get it
I get cards yea I sh**ted
This how I live it
Did it all for a ticket
Now Flex drop bombs when he spin it
And Bobby gon' trend it
Jeff The Don doin' business
Zana Ray f**in' up sh** and she doin' her business
I be gettin' to the chicken
Countin' to the chicken
And all of my n***as gon' split it
[Hook: Desiigner]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred k**ers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
b**h n***a, pull up ya panty
Hope you k**as understand me
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I'm with Ruggs in Atlanta
Bunch of d** and the Fanta
Bunch of guns in the Phantom
Spendin' money like a scammer
My young n***as in the kitchen whippin'
Whippin', livin' large at the hammer
Duckin' law and the scammers
Free my dawgs out the slammer
Black car, panther
Shorty call, never answer
20 foreigns in the mansion
Diamonds on me and they dancin'
I don't really understand rappers
n***as jumpin' on bandwagons
All these bands got my pants saggin'
63s on the Benz wagon
62s on the Maybach
b**h I'm comin' for the payback
62s in the pot, n***a
Tryna whip it up and bring it way back
You in the club and spending your cop money
All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got money
We lookin' at you like you need to stop money
You k**in' yourself with that lil' half a block money
I got that go to the mall and get what I want paper
You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater
'Member back when I was broke? I only had one hater
These s**ers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you on paper
Hundred bands, added up
We gettin' money, they mad at us
At the j**eler buyin' more Rollies
I don't think these n***as man enough
f** them n***as, sh** we stuntin' on 'em
n***as, they ain't got nothin' on us
n***as that we never f** with
Run and tellin' people that we fronted on 'em
n***a made me put a hundred on you
Do you dirty, put the drummer on you
Shots never stoppin', pop, pop, pop, pop
We'll run up on you
Dead bodies, homicide
Head shot, mama cry
Cops lookin', got an alibi
Lawyer money, n***a, buyin' time
[Verse 4: T-Pain]
I got b**hes in the Bronx, n***a
They can get me in the back door
Rob a n***a in the trap house, b**h you just walked in the trap door
Caught the body in the Bugati, go put the bricks in the wrapper
Thought they was sleepin on Pizzle
Somebody go ask these n***as what they takin' a nap for
Illuminappy, that the squad, n***a
Without that sh** I would've been dead
But I swear to God I'mma keep k**in' n***as and I put that sh** on my kid's head
Cash Know. I'm an a**hole. So don't f** with Pizzle and his bread
I'm the type the type of n***a that'll find a n***a then go and find his chick and a get b**h head
Yea, I'm all the way up
¿Dónde estás, mi amigo?
Don't put your eye in that peephole
Cause I'll turn the back of your head to a peephole
Think again, and then go and murk all your people
You already know the weapon is lethal
Flip the clip, guy get back, pull the hair trigger
Yeah n***a, back for the sequel, oh
I got problems in my head, n***a
Smokin' that sh** from the West Coast
The major key is when you hatin' me, you could f** around get your neck broke
You f** around with the Winsquad, they could find your body at the Texaco
The summer comin' and you comin' with nothin'
You ready p**y-n***a, let's go
[Bridge: T-Pain]
All I say is "Panda, Panda" and they handle-handle my sh**
While I'm chillin' up in Alabama tryna show a b**h how fast a lambo can get
With all of this green up under these gold chains, they mistakin' me for the king
b**h, I make platinum, I'm comin' after them
Pa**in' them, all I do is f**ing win, b**h
[Hook: Desiigner]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred k**ers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
b**h n***a, pull up ya panty
Hope you k**as understand me
[Bridge: Kanye West, Montana of 300, & Desiigner]
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
It's too f**in' easy! (Ay!)
Get off me! (Panda)
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I (Panda, panda)
I'm just getting warmed up in this mothaf**a
Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda
Taking all the stacks, oh
[Verse 5: Montana of 300]
Turned off her phone to make you think that her phone dead
She grabbed my Gucci belt buckle, I told her "Go ahead"
She ate my dick and nicknamed it Big Daddy Long Legs
She gave me dome so long, I called her ConeHead
You a send-off
You be taking orders, Good Burger n***a
Old broke a**, pockets hurtin', n***a
Is you fat or skinny Buddy Sherman n***a
I discourage n***as, then dirt a n***a
Klay Thompson got the Stephen Curry with 'em
That's a warrior we got with a 30 with em
Boy this ain't a game, I ain't through with a n***a
Get rappers' head like a turban, n***a
Make 'em feel the heat like a furnace, n***a
If I wave it at em like a current, n***a
Then he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin, n***a
With his magazine from this ratchet scene
Ain't no calories, I'll burn a n***a
Put yo' greasy a** in a f**in' box
That's churches, n***a, I done murdered n***as
If I'm lyin', then God can come strike me down
When I come up they gon' invite me out
Stay online talkin' sh** 'till i sign 'em out
Had to check 'em, I took 'em to Nike town
And these b**hes, they wanna be wifey now
I just did nine shows, that's ninety thou(sand)
I be drippin', I know they don't like me now
Somebody please come and wipe me down
I'm on the edge, no baseline
With a hoodie on like Trayvon
I'll shorten up your lifespan, I don't waste time to come take time
Black 40 singin', thats Akon
I'm a real shoota, f** James Bond
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, that's FaceTime
Back to the green, like Draymond
Whoo!
But see me, I don't play no f**in' games
You a goofy, a Buford, a f**in' lame
You wanna ride on my dick for some f**in' fame
Get sent out from your block, that's a f**in' shame
Even you know you not in my f**in' lane
I pulled up on you n***as like Birdman
And you know not to play with my f**in' name
I know God gon' be real disappointed in me
If I choose to come blow out ya f**in' brains
Do yo' p**y a** like I did What's-His-Name
Take his a** out the f**in' game
You a toy boy you ain't got Buzz
You ain't hard, n***a you a fake Woody
Cook his soft a** like some baked cookies
Zip his body up like a Bape hoodie
My lyrics dope, I got crack for the fiends
He thought he could see me, he's imagining things
He ain't enough cash to come clash with the king
While you boys was sleepin', I mastered yo' dreams
I'm swaggin', I'm saucin', with fashion I'm clean
I come through with some sh** that you haven't seen
You gotta be sick, all you do is ride dicks
Someone go get this p**y some vaginal cream
They call me Jabos, got that strap in my jeans
I'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm after Kareem
If he crosses the line, then my bullets flyin'
I'll give him a 50 like he Zach Lavine
Boy, you just a actor that rap like Hakeem
Don't make me come down like the wrestler Sting
Take L's like a knight when I slide like a bishop
I'll checkmate your king then snatch up your queen
I'm bout to blow like they pa**ed me the green
Just got a new gat, it's a mac with a beam
My gauge is Fantasia, whenever I sing
Get wet with this pump when I squeeze gasoline
See, when it come down to them bars
b**h I got a whole buncha' lotta' sh**
You can pay for this knowledge with scholarships
Rap god givin' hip hop it's oxygen
They find it astonishing
Every line, he's been prime like he Optimus
Shine like he polished himself
Had to grind to the top and sh**
He's been blessed, he's the best
He's like Jordan in '96
FGE who we rockin' with
Record labels mad cause he ain't signin' sh**
I thank God that I don't owe nobody sh**
Flow with an old soul like a moccasin
Go tell 'Ye that I'm k**in Desiigner's sh**
I just bear hugged a panda then bodied it
You irrelevant, you talk a lotta sh**
You should write a book called "How to Ride a Dick"
Man he fresh, I be on some Big Tymer sh**
b**hes hope I slide in with my hockey stick
My 40 got 30 inside of it
It got Mr. Miyagi's karate kick
I'll blast off, shoot you up like a rocket ship
Bullets bust in yo' face like you poppin' zits
With them guns he be clumsy, he droppin' sh**
Zip you up like a onesie, I'm poppin' sh**
[Bridge: Montana of 300 & Desiigner]
Montana, I'm the Rap God
Every bar's cold, every line hot
Fire in the Church, sorry for the wait
(Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda)
Had to put the panda in a pine box
Squad!
[Verse 6: Desiigner]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred k**ers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
b**h n***a, pull up ya panty
Hope you k**as understand me
[Bridge: Desiigner]
They been waitin' for this sh** for a long time didn't they
I'ma give it everythin' I got
Ayo Dougie park that X6 around the corner
(He's heating up!)
Ayy I'm just feelin' my vibe right now
I'm feelin' myself
[Bridge: Desiigner]
Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
[Hook: Desiigner]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hittin' off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 look like a panda
Goin' out like I'm Montana
Hundred k**as, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Sellin' bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
b**h n***a pull up ya panty
Hope you k**as understand me
[Bridge: Desiigner]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta (x4)
[Bridge: Caroline Shaw]
How can I find you?
Who do you turn to?
How do I bind you?
[Outro: Pastor T. L. Barrett]
If I don't turn to you
No other help I know, I stretch my hands