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

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

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

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

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

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**k your body  I want you mind
In need of getting this money  nigga been spending this money

And partying   then you should probably 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 for