[Intro: Rick Ross]

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There he go, that's John Doe

There he go, that's John Doe, huh

There he go, that's John Doe

And I'm still whippin' up a kilo

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

There he go, that's John Doe

All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts

Pacman, over 100 sold

Pacman, just ordered 100 more

Pacman, you can fry it in the pan

Pacman, in no time you'll be buyin land

Pacman, do it for your mom and them

Pacman, until I get 100 M's

[Verse 1: Pill]

Ay, ay, it’s P-I double L, professional shit kicker

Yams on the stove, I’m fuckin your favorite stripper

Pies flyin out, them zips done grew wings

Phone going stupid, made a rack in two rings

Straight drop hard, got them J’s plate licking

Ground basing, jumping over cars, they Blake Griffin

Got my chickens in the gym, yup, they weightlifting

See one thou' stamped on the tape because they yay shapeshifting

That’s that Terminator choppa, make a nigga do a backflip

I can show you how crack flip, while I’m loading that Mac clip

Catch 'em loading that Mack truck, I’ll unload 'til his back drip

All I know is I’m stacked up, and when I’m back, them packs in

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

There he go, that's John Doe

All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts

Pacman, over 100 sold

Pacman, just ordered 100 more

Pacman, you can fry it in the pan

Pacman, in no time you'll be buyin land

Pacman, do it for your mom and them

Pacman, until I get 100 M's

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

One hundred M, I’m on my Geechi shit

Geechi Luciano, bitch you know I’m Geechi rich

Maserati, boy I got two of them

Same color boy, I just got two of them

10 chains, see I’m one ig'nant nigga

I’ma whip it, go and get it just to spend it nigga

Blew a mill ticket, one night at King Of Diamonds

Me and Puff Daddy, bitch I’m the king of diamonds

Small change, that’s what we call that

A-Rod money, smoking on a ball bat

I’m on the mound, I got a pound

My folks in Haiti say them yayo prices coming down

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

There he go, that's John Doe

All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts

Pacman, over 100 sold

Pacman, just ordered 100 more

Pacman, you can fry it in the pan

Pacman, in no time you'll be buyin land

Pacman, do it for your mom and them

Pacman, until I get 100 M's

[Verse 3: Pill]

This that Namco yay, Pacman what we selling

Got these J’s chasing rocks like they chasing power pellets

Met this lady named Eselis, say she AA, bust some terrace

But she hungry for that yayo, Instagramming what she yelling

Got my shirt off in the kitchen, hot in here like Nelly

And these niggas dancing in these mask don’t want stage credit

Just the keys to your car, all your cash and your debit

Card, we serving hard, whole squad equiped and ready

Okay then, and quit flexing like you sold a pack

'Fore they find you slumped over in a cul-de-sac

My whole wrist lumped up, serving boulder sacks

Pink City representor, thought I told you that

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

There he go, that's John Doe

All my power pellets turn you bitch niggas to ghosts

Pacman, over 100 sold

Pacman, just ordered 100 more

Pacman, you can fry it in the pan

Pacman, in no time you'll be buyin land

Pacman, do it for your mom and them

Pacman, until I get 100 M's

[Outro]

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