Pt. 3 Songtext
von Ye

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