Wiz Khalifa - Pacc Talk Lyrics

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I don't really got to say much
I let my pacc talk
I don't really got to talk much
That's what these racks for

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I get fly for the studio
I get fly for the airport
I get fly everywhere I go, oh, oh
30 bottles up in [?]
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!

[Hook]

[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 why we on
All about the benjy's nigga, Puffy Combs
I can make an actress do backflips on a mattress
I can make a sack do a back flip on Saks Fifth
Get trippy with a star, it'll get you far
Turnt up in the club, TMZ outside my car

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Problem]
Catch me at the spot with mo' [?]
Dope cookies, kush, kilos, and mollys
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, f*ck your body, I want you mind
In need of getting this money, nigga been spending this money
And partying [?] then you should probably die

[Hook]