Pacc Talk (feat. Juicy J, Problem)

I don't really got to say much

I let my pacc talk

I don't really got to talk much

That's what these racks for

I get fly for the studio

I get fly for the airport

I get fly everywhere I go oh oh

30 bottles up in

In the club rollin' airplanes

You gettin' money you already know

So much Cris you would think we buy it wholesale

And my crib so big look like a hotel

When we leave here we smokin'out the hotel

When we leave ain't no tellin' who pay the whole bill

Cause we all gettin' money uh

I don't really got to say much

I let my pacc talk

I don't really got to talk much

That's what these racks for

I'm a broke ni**a's nightmare broke hoes sight stare

And a walking bank roll as long as the dank rolled

It's gon' be hard to hear you **

Louis frames so I don't have to see you **

Me and the Taylor Gang floatin' on a private plane

Bad b**ch gimme brain hide behind this tinted thing

Money bag kush cologne ** wonder why we on

All about the benjy's ni**a Puffy Combs

I can make an actress do backflips on a mattress

I can make a sack do a back flip on Saks Fifth

Get trippy with a star it'll get you far

Turnt up in the club TMZ outside my car

I don't really got to say much

I let my pacc talk

I don't really got to talk much

That's what these racks for

Catch me at the spot with mo'

D**e cookies kush kilos and mollys

Smelling like money what a elegant fragrance

This watch I got on is a hell of a statement

Check the clock you know the time

Girl f**k your body I want you mind

In need of getting this money ni**a been spending this money

And partying then you should probably die

I don't really got to say much

I let my pacc talk

I don't really got to talk much

That's what these racks for