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Faaaaaaaa— (Perfect) Faaaaaaaa— Faaaaaaaa— Faaaaaaaa— I told, I told, ayy-ayy, I told you Up in the mornin', miss you bad Sorry I ain't call you back, same problem my father had All this time, all he had, all he had And what he dreamed, all his cash Market crashed, hurt him bad People get divorced for that Dropped some stacks, pops is good Mama passed in Hollywood If you ask, lost my soul Drivin' fast, lost control Off the road, jaw was broke 'Member we all was broke 'Member I'm comin' back I'll be takin' all the stacks, oh I got broads in Atlanta Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta Stacks, oh Credit cards and the scammers Hittin' off licks in the bando SongtexteTakin' all the stacks, oh Black X6, Phantom 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 The choppa go Oscar for Grammy Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Hey) I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Panda) Panda, panda, panda, panda Takin' all the stacks, oh Panda, panda, panda Stacks, oh Takin' all the stacks, oh I got broads in Atlanta Twist the dope, lean and shit, sippin' Fanta Stacks, oh Credit cards and the scammers Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner Takin' all the stacks, oh Whole bunch of lavish shit They be askin' '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, killin' 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 Aus Songtexte Mania