Vacation lyrics

[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 n*ggas 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*ck her before I take her on a date
Play with that money, get checkmate
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, 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*gga no debatin'
Can't f*ck with you n*ggas, 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 n*gga 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*tch, 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*tch 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*tch, 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*ck her before I take her on a date
Play with that money, get checkmate
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, 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*gga no debatin'
Can't f*ck with you n*ggas, 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*ggas vocal, they already ate
Came out the traphouse, was movin' that weight
Been on that bullsh*t, been made the news
You n*ggas broke with no clues
These are Amiri, I'm not rockin' Trues
I was the freshest in school
I had the baddest lil b*tch
She was in school rockin' Loubs
n*gga 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*ck her before I take her on a date
Play with that money, get checkmate
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, 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*gga no debatin'
Can't f*ck with you n*ggas, 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