Pacc Talk

LETRA

Pacc Talk

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 Greystone
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'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 niggas
Louis frames so I don't have to see you niggas
Me and the Taylor Gang, floatin' on a private plane
Bad bitch gimme brain, hide behind this tinted thing
Money bag, kush cologne, niggas wonder why we on
All about the benjy's ni***, 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

Catch me at the spot with more angels than Charlie
Dope 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*** your body, I want you mind
In need of getting this money, making and spending this money ain't part of your daily plan then you should probably die

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