Pacc Talk (feat. Juicy J, JasonMartin)

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 (Oh Oh)

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 nigga'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 bitch

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

Me and the Taylor Gang floatin' on a private plane

Bad bitch gimme brain hide behind this tinted thing

Money bag, kush cologne, bitches wonder why we on

All about the benjy's bitch, 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, bitches 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'

****ing 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 **** your body I want your mind

In need of getting this money, bitches 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