Kanye West, Desiigner - Pt. 2 lyrics

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
Takin' all the stacks, oh black, Phantom
White looks like a panda stacks, oh
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black, Phantom white, 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 like 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, Phantom
White 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