[Chorus: 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 bitch niggas 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 fucking us
Got my apron on, I'm about to cook a hundred cookies
On that codeine, I fall asleep up in that pussy
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
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