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