Young Cash - Panda (T-mix) lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain] Oooohhh, yeah yeah Woo! yeah yeah T-T-T-T-Tmix, baby Pizzle, Woo! Look at it I mean this sh** can't be against the rules now I f** with these n***as Get the n***a who did Desiigner adlibs, get him on the phone because this sh** about to be lit [Verse 1: T-Pain] Leggo Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda I got hoes up in Brooklyn, my Jamaican b**hes be cooking She sit me down at the table, I let you know how it was looking Rice and peas, macaroni cheese, collared greens No she don't bullsh** She Steph Curry with the curry chicken She just make a whole bunch of good sh** I been out the ghost, I got the rice sitting on the tow truck Had to hit me with some bands He can get me that brown paper bag Get me more bucks I'm goin fine, securing lines with my zoes bro down in Florida I stack it, stack it, pack it, pack it, stack it, pack it, stack it, pack it, in that order Hold up, I'm all the way up I need to put something in my soda I don't need no lunch, Imma go get a bunch of Asian b**hes up in the Rover My legacy, f** that They thought that T-pain wasn't gon' to come back Now go tell them that when you run back You a hoe, so you already done that Hold up, I'm all the way up I need to put something in my Sprite, b**h If you think you're doing it, I'm about to ruin it You're n***as are going to learn tonight, b**h If you think I'm lit now, watch what happens when I come and turn on the light switch I will not plan this sh**, I come and handle it Boy that ain't sh** but a flight, b**h [Bridge: T-Pain] I mean really though If you think about it, really think about it how hard do they really go? (b**h, I'm really dope) Now you really know They ain't ready bro Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda [Verse 2: T-Pain] I got b**hes in the Bronx, n***a They can get me in the back door Rob a n***a in the trap house, b**h you just walked in the trap door Caught the body in the Bugati, go put the bricks in the wrapper Thought they was sleepin on Pizzle Somebody go ask these n***as what they takin' a nap for Illuminappy, that the squad, n***a Without that sh** I would've been dead But I swear to God I'mma keep k**in' n***as and I put that sh** on my kid's head Cash Know. I'm an a**hole. So don't f** with Pizzle and his bread I'm the type the type of n***a that'll find a n***a then go and find his chick and a get b**h head Yea, I'm all the way up ¿Dónde estás, mi amigo? Don't put your eye in that peephole Cause I'll turn the back of your head to a peephole Think again, and then go and murk all your people You already know the weapon is lethal Flip the clip, guy get back, pull the hair trigger Yeah n***a, back for the sequel, oh I got problems in my head, n***a Smokin' that sh** from the West Coast The major key is when you hatin' me, you could f** around get your neck broke You f** around with the Winsquad, they could find your body at the Texaco The summer comin' and you comin' with nothin' You ready p**y-n***a, let's go [Bridge: T-Pain] All I say is "Panda, Panda" and they handle-handle my sh** While I'm chillin' up in Alabama tryna show a b**h how fast a lambo can get With all of this green up under these gold chains, they mistakin' me for the king b**h, I make platinum, I'm comin' after them Pa**in' them, all I do is f**ing win, b**h [Verse 3: Young Cash, (T-Pain), Together] I got broads out in Cali, I got hoes gettin' ratchet Hit dispensaries and grab it, wrap it all up in that plastic USPS, I'm a track it Two day priority, I have it They're makin' a [?] and I'm taxin' Two hundred racks in the mattress I don't know about y'all, but I'm a street n***a Ain't gotta sound like nobody, I'm just me, n***a Been on tour with T-Pain, that's for free, n***a That's why I still f** with them bricks and the weed, n***a And that's why I hop in my jag, my n***a go hop in that Benz My n***a go hop in that porsche, and no we don't need no new friends Cause we'll go hop in that ghost, and yeah that we'll still got the Benz Look at that lift on the fours, look at the mothaf**in' rims And I keep tryna tell you we from Florida, babe Still fifty-grand sofa, now mercedes benz (The baddest b**hes in the world that'll drive you crazy From the c**aine era, I'm a eighties-baby Oh yeah) [Outro: Desiigner] Panda, Panda Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda Panda, Panda, Panda Ahh, uhh