Danny Wolf - Vacation lyrics

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Ayy Dil Go 'head O Yeah, yeah, yeah Pablo Juan in the building Danny Wolf in the k**ing Danny I see you These n***as 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 n***as, 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, n***a no debatin' Can't f** with you n***as, 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 a** n***a 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 b**h, 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 b**h 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 b**h, 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 n***as, 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, n***a no debatin' Can't f** with you n***as, 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 n***as vocal, they already ate Came out the traphouse, was movin' that weight Been on that bullsh**, been made the news You n***as broke with no clues These are Amiri, I'm not rockin' Trues I was the freshest in school I had the baddest lil b**h She was in school rockin' 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 [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 n***as, 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, n***a no debatin' Can't f** with you n***as, 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