Ms Pac Man Gucci Mane (Ft. Jacki-O & Rich Boy)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Miss Pack Man
She don't even do no trappin
'Cause [?] nigga [?] sack, man
Miss Pack Man
I [?] woman [?] back, man
Yellow diamonds like Pack Man
Miss Pack Man
You can tell the way she acting
That she know I got a pack in
Miss Pack Man
[?] back, man
[?] pack in
Miss Pack Man

[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
Give me that pussy and [?]
Every morning that I wake is orange juice and chopped steak
Niggas can't relate, if they ain't never had a pack, man
Same thing as [?] bad woman, rolling with a bad man
When I'm out of states, you wait for me to come back with the weight
Miss Pack Man, the top bitch, the one they love to hate
She get on top and take her time, then she do it slow
Miss Pack Man, got [?] like Jacki O
Super thick [?] on my side line
Miss Pack Man, the defenition of a dime
Super thick [?] on my side line
A dope boy bitch, the defenition of a dime