Wiz Khalifa - Pacc Talk lyrics

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 roll

I get fly for the studio

I get fly for the airport

I get fly everywhere I go oh oh oh

30 bottles up in Graystone

In the club rolling airplanes

You get money, you already know oh oh

So much kris, you would think we bought whole sale

And my crib so big, look like a hotel

When we leave here we smoking up the hotel

When we leave ain’t no time to pay the whole bill

Cuz we al getting money uh

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 roll

We getting it nigga

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I’m a broke nigga’s nightmare, broke hoes I stir

And I walk in bank roll, long as the dank roll

It’s gon be hard to hear you niggas

Louis frame so I don’t have to see you niggas

Me and the Taylor Gang, floating on a private plane

Bad bitch give me brain, hide behind this tinted thing

Money bag, kush go long

Niggas wonder what I be on

All about the Benjies nigga, puffy cone

I can make a actress do back flips on mattress

I could make a sack do a backflip on Sex Ville

Get trippy with a star

It will get you far

Turned up in the club, TMZ, I stop my car

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 roll

Catch me in the spot with more X but the chalk

Take off cookies, kush, kilos and mollies

Smelling like money, what an elegant flagrance

And this watch I got on is a hell of a statement

Check the clock and know the time

Girl fuck your body, I want your mind

Maybe I’ve given this money, making you spending this money

I brought you up many planes, then you should probly die

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 roll