Panda Remix (ft. Young Cash)

Panda Remix
[Intro - T-Pain:]
Oooohhh, yeah yeah
Woo! yeah yeah
T-T-T-T-Tmix, baby
Pizzle, Woo!
Look at it
I mean this shit can't be against the rules now
I f*** with these niggas
Get the ni*** who did Desiigner adlibs, get him on the phone because this shit about to be lit

[Verse 1 - T-Pain:]
Let's go
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
I got hoes up in Brooklyn, my Jamaican bitches 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 push it
She Steph Curry with the curry chicken
She just make a whole bunch of good shit
I been out the, I got the rice sitting on the tow truck
Had to hit me with some bands
Get me that brown paper bag
I'm going high, securing lines with my zoes down in Florida
I stack it, stack it, pack 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, I'm gonna get a bunch of Asian bitches up in the Rover
My legacy, f*** that
They thought that T-pain was not going 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, bitch
If you think you're doing it, I'm about to ruin it
You're niggas are going to learn about the night, bitch
If you think I'm lit now, look what happens when I come and turn on the light switch
I will not plan this shit, I come and handle it, before... the flight, bitch
I mean really though

[Bridge - T-Pain:]
If you think about it, really think about it how high do they really go?
Bitch, I'm really though
[Verse 2 - T-Pain:]
I got bitches in the Bronx, ni***
They can get me in the back door
Rob a ni*** in the trap house, bitch you just walked in the trap door
Cross the... in the Bugati, go put the couple bricks in the wrapper
Thought they was slipping on drizzle
Somebody go ask these niggas what they taking a nap for
Winsquad, that the squad, ni***
Without that shit I would've been dead
But I swear to God I'm a keep killing niggas and I put that shit on my kid's head
Cash? No I'm an asshole
So don't... on his bread
I'm the type the type of ni*** that'll find a ni*** then go and find his chick and a get bitch 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, then go and murk all your people
You already know the weapon is legal
Flip the clip, guy get back, pull the hair trigger
Yeah ni***, back for the sequel, oh
I got problems in my head, ni***
Smoking that shit from the West Coast
The major key is when you hating 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 coming and you coming with nothing
You ready pussy-nigga, let's go

[Bridge - T-Pain:]
All I say is Panda, Panda and they handle-handle my shit
While I'm chilling up in Alabama tryna show a bitch how fast a lambo can get
With all of this green up under these gold chains, they mistaking me for
Bitch, I make platinum, I'm coming after them
Passing them, all I do is fuc*** win, bitch
[Verse 3 - Young Cash, & T-Pain Together:]
I got broads out in Cali, I got hoes getting ratchet
Hit dispensaries and grab it, wrap it all up in that plastic
Yes I'm attractive
Too damn, I have it
They're making a... and I'm taxing
Two hundred racks in the mattress
I don't know about y'all, but I'm a street ni***
Ain't gotta sound like nobody, I'm just me, ni***
Been on tour with T-Pain, that's for free, ni***
That's why I still f*** with them... and the weed, ni***
And that's why I hop in my jag, my ni*** go hop in that Benz
My ni*** 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 mothfucking rims
And I keep tryna tell you we from Florida, babe
Still fifty grand sofa, now mercedes benz
The baddest bitches in the world that'll drive you crazy
From the cocaine era, I'm a eighties-baby
Oh yeah

[Outro - Desiigner:]
Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, Panda
Ahh, uhh