Pacc Talk

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] I don't really gotta say much I let my pack talk I don't really gotta talk much That's what these racks for [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Uh, 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 [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J] I don't really gotta say much I let my pack talk I don't really gotta talk much That's what these racks for (Hahahaha) [Verse 2: Juicy J] 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 what I be on All about the Benjies, nigga, Puffy Combs I can make an actress do backflips on mattress I can make a sack do a back flip on Saks Fifth Get trippy with a star, it will get you far Turnt up in the club, TMZ outside my car [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem] I don't really gotta say much I let my pack talk I don't really gotta talk much That's what these racks for (Crops) [Verse 3: Problem] Catch me at the spot with more angels than Charlie Take off, Cookies, kush, kilos, and mollies 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, fuck 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 [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] I don't really gotta say much I let my pack talk I don't really gotta talk much That's what these racks for