Pacman (feat. Rick Ross) Song Lyrics

Maybach Music!

There he go that's John Doe
There he go that's John Doe
There he go that's John Doe
And I'm still whipping up a kilo

There he go that's John Doe
On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost
Pacman, over one hundred sold
Pacman, just ordered one hundred more
Pacman, you can fry it in a pan
Pacman, in no time you will be buying land
Pacman, do it for your mom and them
Pacman, until I get one hundred in

It's P-I Double "L"
Professional Shit Kicka
Yams on the stove I'm fuckin your Favorite Strippa
Pies flyin out
Them zips they grew wings
Phone going stupid made a rack in two rings
Straight drop hard got them J's plate licking
Ground basing jumping over cars they Blake Griffin
Got my chickens in the gym, Yup, they weight lifting
See one thousand stamped on the tape because they yay shape shifting
That's that terminator choppa make a nigga do a backflip
I can show you how crack flip
While I'm loading that Mac clip
Catch em loading that mack truck
I'll unload til his back drip
All I know is I'm stacked up