Vacation

LETRA

Vacation

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ayy Dil
Go ‘head O
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pablo Juan in the building
Danny Wolf in the killing
Danny I see you
These niggas really my children, ooh

[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 an ace
She a freaky girl, let me skeet on her face

I make her eat it up, I got good taste
I’ma f*** her before I take her on a date
Play with that money, get checkmate
Can’t f*** with these niggas, they dead weight

Yeah, livin’ my life like it was a vacation
Do the dash in the foreign, I’m speed racin’
I sell you a bag in the trap for the Peyton
I want that money, ni*** no debatin’

Can’t f*** with you niggas, you fakin’
No I’m not racist, my whip a caucasian
Tennis chains dancin’ like they Patrick Swayze
Pourin’ up the Gerber bottle, she call me her baby

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, I’m chasin’ that money, I’m dedicated
Good weed, lean, and the percs, that’s my medication
Cap ass ni*** like a student at graduation
Sellin’ them pounds for eighteen like Peyton

DR Denim, Valentino by Maison
I need that fast money, I’m impatient
You just a crash dummy and that bitch, she ain’t naked
I got this bag on me, filled it up with Ben Franklins

I see you with Chanels on
Made the pack touch down in the red zone
Damn that bitch fine and she sure 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 bitch, big booty

[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 an ace
She a freaky girl, let me skeet on her face

I make her eat it up, I got good taste
I’ma f*** her before I take her on a date
Play with that money, get checkmate
Can’t f*** with these niggas, they dead weight

Yeah, livin’ my life like it was a vacation
Do the dash in the foreign, I’m speed racin’
I sell you a bag in the trap for the Peyton
I want that money, ni*** no debatin’

Can’t f*** with you niggas, you fakin’
No I’m not racist, my whip a caucasian
Tennis chains dancin’ like they Patrick Swayze
Pourin’ up the Gerber bottle, she call me her baby

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
I just been sittin’ back, watchin’ the fake
Can’t miss a mil, every day I eat steak
I want my money, not tryna debate
My niggas vocal, they already ate

Came out the traphouse, was movin’ that weight
Been on that bullshit, been made the news
You niggas broke with no clues
These are Amiri, I’m not rockin’ Trues

I was the freshest in school
I had the baddest lil bitch
She was in school rockin’ Loubs
Nigga 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

[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 an ace
She a freaky girl, let me skeet on her face

I make her eat it up, I got good taste
I’ma f*** her before I take her on a date
Play with that money, get checkmate
Can’t f*** with these niggas, they dead weight

Yeah, livin’ my life like it was a vacation
Do the dash in the foreign, I’m speed racin’
I sell you a bag in the trap for the Peyton
I want that money, ni*** no debatin’

Can’t f*** with you niggas, you fakin’
No I’m not racist, my whip a caucasian
Tennis chains dancin’ like they Patrick Swayze
Pourin’ up the Gerber bottle, she call me her baby