Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Vocals
Caroline Shaw
Vocals
Desiigner
Vocals
Isao Abe
Sampled Artist
T L Barrett Jr
Sampled Artist
Yoko Shimomura
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Songwriter
Rick Rubin
Songwriter
Caroline Shaw
Songwriter
Noah Goldstein
Songwriter
Thomas Lee Barrett
Songwriter
Adnan Khan
Songwriter
Malik Yusef
Songwriter
Cydel Young
Songwriter
Patrick 'Plain Pat' Reynolds
Songwriter
Sidney Royel Selby III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Producer
Menace
Producer
Rick Rubin
Producer
Plain Pat
Co-Producer
Caroline Shaw
Additional Producer
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
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I told, I told, ayy-ayy, I told you
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
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta (Stacks, oh)
Credit cards and the scammers
Hittin' off licks in the bando (Takin' all the stacks, oh)
Black X-SIX, Phantom
White X-SIX looks like a panda (Stacks, oh)
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X-SIX, Phantom
White X-SIX, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Sellin' bar, candy
Man, I'm the macho like Randy
The chopper go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me
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
I got broads in Atlanta
Twist the dope, lean and shit, sippin' Fanta (Stacks, oh)
Credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace, shit like Desiigner (Takin' all the stacks, oh)
Whole bunch of lavish shit
They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' shit
I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit
Black X-SIX, Phantom
White X-SIX, killin' on camera
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
Writer(s): Adnan Khan, T. L. Barrett Jr., Caroline Adelaide Shaw, Sidney Royel Selby Iii, Noah D. Goldstein, Cydel Charles Young, Patrick Reynolds, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Rick Rubin, Kanye Omari West
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