Pt. 2

Fa- (Perfect)

Fa-

Fa-

Fa- (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

Mama passed 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, oh

I got broads in Atlanta (whoo)

Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta (stacks, oh)

Credit cards and the scammers (takin' all the stacks, oh)

Hitting off licks in the bando

Black X6, Phantom (whoo)

White X6 looks like a panda (stacks, oh)

Going out like I'm Montana

Hundred killers, hundred hammers

Black X6, Phantom, white X6, panda

Pockets swole, Danny, sellin' bar, candy

Man, I'm the macho like Randy (whoo)

The choppa go Oscar for Grammy

Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty (whoo)

Hope you killas understand me

I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I (hey)

I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I (Panda, panda)

(Panda, panda, panda, panda)

Taking all the stacks, oh

I got broads in Atlanta

Twisting dope, lean, and sipping Fanta (stacks, oh)

Credit cards and the scammers (takin' all the stacks, oh)

Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner

Whole bunch of lavish shit

They be asking 'round town who be clappin' shit

I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship

I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit

Black X6, Phantom

White X6, killing on camera (my joy)

How can I find you?

Who do you turn to?

How do I bind you?

If I don't turn to you

No other help I know, I stretch my hands