Spice - Panda Remix lyrics

[Intro] Panda! To all the haters, a Spice [Bridge] Panda, Panda Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda [Verse: Spice] I got doughs in the banka Shock up my pocket like blanca Louis Vuitton, sponsor Orange Hill, ganja My chain color 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 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 k**ing them like cancer Bow down, kiss my feet, you easily conquer I got doughs in the banka Shock up my pocket like blanka Louis Vuitton, sponsor Orange Hill, ganja My chain color 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, k**in' on camera Pop a Perc, I can't stand up Gorilla, they come and k** you with bananas Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom Know n***as, they come and k** you on the camera Big Rollie, it dancin' bigger than a Pandie Go Oscar for Grammy, b**h pull up ya panty Fill up I'ma flip it, I got b**hes pull up and they get it I got n***as that's countin' for digits Say you make you a lot of new money Know some k**as pull off and they in the Wraith CTD, pull up in the k**a Bape Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank n***as up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank f** we gon' k** the bank, get it I got broads, yea I get it I get cards yea I sh**ted 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 f**in' up sh** and she doin' her business I be gettin' to the chicken Countin' to the chicken And all of my n***as gon' split it