Pacman

[Rick Ross - Hook] There he go thats John Doe There he go thats John Doe, ugh There he go thats John Doe And I'm still whippin' up a kilo There he go thats John Doe All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts Pacman over 100 sold Pacman just order a 100 mo' Pacman you can fry it in the pan Pacman in no time you can be buyin land Pacman do it for your mom and them Pacman until I get a hundred M's [Pill - Verse 1] 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 And when I’m back them packs in [Rick Ross - Hook] [Rick Ross - Verse 2] One Hundred in I’m on my Gucci shit Gucci Luciano bitch you know I’m Gucci Rich Maserati, boy I got two of them Same color boy I just got two of them 10 Chains see I’m one ignorant nigga I’m a whip it just to spend it nigga Blew a mill ticket One night at King Of Diamonds Me and Puff Daddy Bitch I’m the king of Diamonds Small change that’s what we call that A-Rod money smoking on a ball bat I’m on the mound, I got a pound My folks in Haiti say them yayo prices coming down [Rick Ross - Hook] [Pill - Verse 3] This that Namco yay Pacman what we selling Got these J’s chasing rocks Like they chasing power pellets Met this lady named Eselis Say she nag for some terrace But she hungry for that yayo ask her granny what she yelling Got my shirt off in the kitchen hot in here like Nelly And these niggas dancing in these mask don’t want stage credit Just the keys to your car all your cash and your debit card We serving hard Whole squad equiped and ready OK then And quit flexing like you sold a pack Before they find you slumped over in a Cul-de-sac My wrist toned from all those hydraulics takin tha paper back Pink City representa, thought I told you that