[Intro: Kanye West]

Fa— (Perfect)

Fa—

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I told, I told, ayy-ayy, I told you

[Verse 1: Kanye West & Desiigner]

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 (Get, grrah)

[Chorus: Desiigner & Kanye West]

I got broads in Atlanta (Get)

Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta (Stacks, oh; grrah)

Credit cards and the scammers (Woo)

Hittin' off licks in the bando (Takin' all the stacks, oh; get, grrah)

Black X6, Phantom, huh (Woo)

White X6 looks like a panda (Stacks, oh; grrah)

Going out like I'm Montana (Grrah, get)

Hundred killers, hundred hammers (Get, grrah)

[Verse 2: Desiigner]

Black X6, Phantom, huh

White X6, panda (Grrah, get, grrah)

Pockets swole, Danny (Yeah)

Sellin' bar, candy (Get, get)

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

The chopper go Oscar for Grammy (Hrr, grrah)

Bitch nigga, pull up your panty (Woo)

Hope you killers understand me (Grrah)

[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West & Desiigner]

I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Hey)

I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Panda, panda)

Panda, panda, panda, panda

Takin' all the stacks, oh (Get, grrah)

[Chorus: Desiigner & Kanye West]

I got broads in Atlanta (Get)

Twist the dope, lean and shit, sippin' Fanta (Stacks, oh; get, get)

Credit cards and the scammers (Woo)

Wake up Versace, shit like Desiigner (Takin' all the stacks, oh; grrah)

Whole bunch of lavish shit

They be askin' 'round town, "Who be clappin' shit?" (Get, get, grrah)

I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship (Woo)

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

Black X6, Phantom, huh (Ha)

White X6, killin' on camera (Get)

[Outro: Pastor T. L. Barrett & Caroline Shaw]

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—