[Intro: Spice]

Panda!

To all the haters, a Spice

[Bridge: Spice & Desiigner]

Panda, Panda

Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda

[Refrain: Spice]

I got doughs in the banka

Shock up my pocket like blanca

Louis Vuitton, sponsor

Orange Hill, ganja

My chain colored rose, amber

And my pendant fat like Santa

I used to carry my money in my purse

But now it's so much so I bring it in a tanker

[Verse: Spice]

Hating on me, you'll sink like an anchor

I'm sipping on tea, just chilling in chill-lanka

I'm VIP, everyday I get pamper

Like jets and cars, money nuff so I squander

Spice is the name that they try to slander

But I sit and wonder, like why the anger?

You vex thru my money tall like skyscraper

And my body so neat and my face so slender

Money, money, money that's all on my agenda

While them siddung in a mix up and blenda

Carry my name like a hamper, sitting like a camper

Brain freeze, when them see me it's like a fizzy soda

My brain used to money like baby to diaper

Ain't no push over, I'm a lady gangster

Killing them like cancer

Bow down, kiss my feet, you're easily conquered

[Refrain: Spice]

I got doughs in the banka

Shock up my pocket like blanka

Louis Vuitton, sponsor

Orange Hill, ganja

My chain colored rose, amber

And my pendant fat like Santa

I used to carry my money in my purse

But now it's so much so I bring it in a tanker

[Verse: Desiigner]

Black X6, Phantom

White X6, killin' on camera

Pop a Perc, I can't stand up

Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas

Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom

Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera

Big Rollie, it dancin' bigger than a Pandie

Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch pull up ya panty

Fill up I'ma flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it

I got niggas that's countin' for digits

Say you make you a lot of new money

Know some killas pull off and they in the Wraith

CTD, pull up in the killa Bape

Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank

Niggas up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank

Fuck we gon' kill the bank, get it

I got broads, yea I get it

I get cards yea I shitted

This how I live it

Did it all for a ticket

Now Flex drop bombs when he spin it

And Bobby gon' trend it

Jeff The Don doin' business

Zana Ray fuckin' up shit and she doin' her business

I be gettin' to the chicken

Countin' to the chicken

And all of my niggas gon' split it