Rich Boy - MsPacman lyrics

[Hook] Ms. Pacman She don't even do no trappin 'Cause her n***a got a sack, man Ms. Pacman I told that woman on my back, man Yellow diamonds like Pacman Ms, Pacman You can tell the way she actin' That she know I got a pack in Ms. Pacman I told that woman on my back, man Actin like I got the package. Ms. Pacman Gimme that p**y and cook me pancakes Every mornin that I wake It's orange juice and chopped steak n***as can't relate if they ain't never had a Pacman Same thing as bent woman rollin with a bent man When I'm outta state she wait for me to come in with the weight Ms. Pacman that top b**h the one they love to hate She get on top and take her time and then she do it slow Ms Pacman got a hundred ten like Jackie-O Super thick, fine, on my sideline Ms. Pacman the definition of a dime Super thick, fine, on my sideline a dope boy's b**h the definition of a dime [Hook] [Jackie-O verse] Jumpin outta fresh paper tags, blowin purp I take my Gucci home home and get my Louis that'd hurt 'em Hold up baby, cautious I'm a shopaholic If you ain't flossin Then point me to your bossman So I can do it proper You n***as servin onions like you n***as servin whoppers Roll me up a blunt of kush and tell me: "baby, test that" He got my kitchen table lookin like a meth lab Five thousand pocket change, just for my pocket book 'Cause my top so fire hard that I ain't gotta cook I sit there lookin gorgeous while he whippin up his meter Another 28 grams will put Giussepe's on my feet [Hook] [Gucci Mane Verse] Now my partner the a long pa** and Gucci Mane caught it Started highsteppin soon as I touched the 40 (yeeeaahhhh) The defense was catchin up My quarter back tossed it We still scored six 'cause we used good blockin It's only six pounds yet the bird still dirty The trap hall of fame to retire my jersey I call her Ms. Pacman but she's not workin Ass that soft can't do no servin An a** like that she can't be no virgin She look like a Dolphins cheerleader in person Ms. Pacman doesn't talk that often Her n***a make moves so she know to keep walkin And just like a cell I don't see her that often Don't know the trunk'll slam that heart of hers in a coffin And just like a cell I don't see her that often Don't know who's trunk is bigger, man hers or the dunk [Hook]