Vacation Lyrics by Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Danny Wolf ft Lil Duke
[Intro – Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Aye, Dil
Go head, O
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pablo Juan in the building
Danny Wolf in the building
Danny, I see you
These n—-s my children, ooh
[Hook/Chorus – Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Run to the money like it’s a race
Don’t need you baby, you can be replaced
Gold on me like a king, I’m a (?)
Freaky girl, let me skeet on her face
I’ma go eat it up, I got good taste
I’ma f–k her before I take her on a date
Play with that money, get checkmate
Can’t f–k with these n—-s, they dead weight
Living my life like it was a vacation
Do the dash in the foreign, I’m speed racing
I sell you a bag in the trap for the patent
I want that money, n—a, no debating
Can’t f–k with you n—-s, you faking
No, I’m not racist, might whip a caucasian
Tennis chains dancing like they Patrick Swayze
Pouring up the Gerber bottle, she call me her baby
[Verse 1 – Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, I’m chasing that money, I’m dedicated
Good weed, lean, and the percs, that’s my medication
Cap a-s n—a like it’s kid at they graduation
Selling them pounds for 18 like Peyton
DR Denim, Valentino by Maison
I need that fast money, I’m impatient
You just a crash dummy and that b—h, she ain’t naked
I got this bag on me, filled it up with Ben Franklins
Ooh, I see you with Chanels on
Made the pack touch down in the red zone
Tell that b—h fine and she still got her head on
I do too much, I designer my headphones
They ain’t think I was gon’ do it
I get money like I’m Jewish
I’m the teacher, you the student
Foreign cars, they congruent
Ride with a bad b—h, big booty
[Hook/Chorus – Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Run to the money like it’s a race
Don’t need you baby, you can be replaced
Gold on me like a king, I’m a (?)
Freaky girl, let me skeet on her face
I’ma go eat it up, I got good taste
I’ma f–k her before I take her on a date
Play with that money, get checkmate
Can’t f–k with these n—-s, they dead weight
Living my life like it was a vacation
Do the dash in the foreign, I’m speed racing
I sell you a bag in the trap for the patent
I want that money, n—a, no debating
Can’t f–k with you n—-s, you faking
No, I’m not racist, might whip a caucasian
Tennis chains dancing like they Patrick Swayze
Pouring up the Gerber bottle, she call me her baby
[Verse 2 – Lil Duke]
I just been sitting back, watching the fake
Can’t miss a mil, everyday I eat steak
I want my money, not tryna debate
My n—-s vocal, they already ate
Came out the trap house, was moving that weight
Been on that b——t, been made the news
You n—-s broke with no clues
These are Amiri, I’m not rocking Trues
I was the freshest in school
I had the baddest lil b—h
She was in school rocking Loubs
N—a, you broke, you a fool
Better go pick up that tool
I’ma go get what I want, you get what you can
I turned from a boss to a man, you know I
[Hook/Chorus – Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Run to the money like it’s a race
Don’t need you baby, you can be replaced
Gold on me like a king, I’m a (?)
Freaky girl, let me skeet on her face
I’ma go eat it up, I got good taste
I’ma f–k her before I take her on a date
Play with that money, get checkmate
Can’t f–k with these n—-s, they dead weight
Living my life like it was a vacation
Do the dash in the foreign, I’m speed racing
I sell you a bag in the trap for the patent
I want that money, n—a, no debating
Can’t f–k with you n—-s, you faking
No, I’m not racist, might whip a caucasian
Tennis chains dancing like they Patrick Swayze
Pouring up the Gerber bottle, she call me her baby
SONG INFO
Produced By: Dilip, CuBeatz, Otxhello & Danny Wolf
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