Rick Ross - Pacman (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by Young Shun] [Hook: Rick Ross] There he go, that's John Doe There he go, that's John Doe There he go, that's John Doe And I'm still whippin' up a kilo There he go, that's John Doe All my power pellets turn you b**h n***as to ghost Pacman, over 100 sold Pacman, just order 100 more Pacman, you can fry it in the pan Pacman, in no time, you'll be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman until I get 100 M's [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Me and Pacman just ordered a bunch of ones Don't get around us then if you don't plan on f**ing us Got my apron on, I'm about to cook a hundred cookies On that codeine, I fall asleep up in that p**y Hotel suite bigger than you're dad's crib My pistol's pregnant, I think it's about to have kids Straight flavor, I can serve it as is But I'd rather whip and I follow with Ross ad libs! Ta- two seater got a bunch of work in it Two liter Sprite got a bunch of purp in it They ask me what my name? I told them 2 Chainz With two yellow bones walking out the blue flame [Hook] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] They he go with that john doe Buff green like rondo Bad hoes in my condo My wrist cost what you signed fo' Early morning like Alonzo Fast paper no grind slow We ain't lettin' them pies go Cause yall n***as smellin like 5-0 36 my favorite number I told my dogs This year gon' be my favorite summer They scream they got it I'm like say ya number We'll be straight to ya Have the state troopers try to take us under (gone!) Ridin' with a hundred years When I was broke I use to pray to get a hundred squares They sellin' work but ain't nothin' there They sell us that we box em like a f**ing square [Hook] [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] I'm Pacman n***as after me I'm shooting at these n***as galaxy No myth million dollar salary I'm john doe federales after me The streets is mine I'm talkin' deep Fifty-five hun'ed you can get a quarter key Gold rolly dope man presidential White phantom boss sh** residential House look like a motherf**in' shopping center Closet look like motherf**ers shoppin' in it Gucci shoes Louis loafers Million dollars cash in my granny sofa [Hook] [Verse 3: Gunplay] ? the office kilo Count to three you only zero Look my rims 30 inches but the tires thread a needle Bounce a ounce trampoline it We ain't shootin' samples neither Either cope it or kickin rocks Snatch it or leave it I stay with the feeling the feds'll rush me any minute Handcuff me with a sentence 'til the calendars is finished For balancing some chickens trickin' on some pigeons And puttin' down with n***as try to ? in business They he go that's pac man and ? Right in the center straight salmon now that's ? Shoot it Snort it Inhale it it 'on't matter Just know ya head get patched for a pellet [Hook] [Verse 4: Pill] They call me pac man but no adam jones The referees threw a flag the way I tackle zones Graduated out the trap I got my ta**le on Real G's gettin' cheese gettin' my packers on Super bowl ring on my pinky gettin brain My 62's is swole they callin' em ving rhames Dropped it off an I count it up that's enough for ten chains All time score leader this only my tenth game Pocket watchers get pocket rockets Profit off in my 'partment make sure there's no empty stockings Stockin' up on watches cause time is of the essence Pacquiao of the pyrex its 9 I'm finna stretch it [Hook]