Pacman

[Intro: Rick Ross] M-M-M-M-Maybach Music There he go, that's John Doe There he go, that's John Doe, huh There he go, that's John Doe And I'm still whippin' up a kilo [Chorus: Rick Ross] There he go, that's John Doe All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts Pacman, over 100 sold Pacman, just ordered 100 more Pacman, you can fry it in the pan Pacman, in no time you'll be buyin land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get 100 M's [Verse 1: Pill] Ay, ay, it’s P-I double L, professional shit kicker Yams on the stove, I’m fuckin your favorite stripper Pies flyin out, them zips done 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 weightlifting See one thou' stamped on the tape because they yay shapeshifting 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 [Chorus: Rick Ross] There he go, that's John Doe All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts Pacman, over 100 sold Pacman, just ordered 100 more Pacman, you can fry it in the pan Pacman, in no time you'll be buyin land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get 100 M's [Verse 2: Rick Ross] One hundred M, I’m on my Geechi shit Geechi Luciano, bitch you know I’m Geechi rich Maserati, boy I got two of them Same color boy, I just got two of them 10 chains, see I’m one ig'nant nigga I’ma whip it, go and get 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 [Chorus: Rick Ross] There he go, that's John Doe All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts Pacman, over 100 sold Pacman, just ordered 100 more Pacman, you can fry it in the pan Pacman, in no time you'll be buyin land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get 100 M's [Verse 3: Pill] 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 AA, bust some terrace But she hungry for that yayo, Instagramming 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 Okay then, and quit flexing like you sold a pack 'Fore they find you slumped over in a cul-de-sac My whole wrist lumped up, serving boulder sacks Pink City representor, thought I told you that [Chorus: Rick Ross] There he go, that's John Doe All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts Pacman, over 100 sold Pacman, just ordered 100 more Pacman, you can fry it in the pan Pacman, in no time you'll be buyin land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get 100 M's [Outro] M-M-M-Maybach Music