paroles de chanson No Vacations - Billy Marchiafava

You remember I told you I'm gonna get real ignorant with it, right?
Alright, put the money in the bag
Put it in!
You need to shut the f*ck up

Yeah, ayy, bad b*tch wit' a ass out
Billy got some cash now
Rippin' an flippin' an I'm a cash cow
My wrist on arrest now
Keep it whippin' in a Tesla
Back to the basics
Cut to the chase, b*tch
Billy comin' through yeah
Watch how a lane switch
No vacations, work like I'm holmvik
Out all night, mothaf*cka' I'm homesick
(I'm the trash man)
Mothaf*cka' I'm golly
Got a asian b*tch since you prolly' like a Harley
If you hate me mothaf*cka' I'm sorry
I don't give a f*ck mothaf*cka' I'm sorry
Play a b*tch like Atari
F*ck twelve hoes in the back of the lobby
Depressed as f*ck but I still get brains like a zombie
More ass than a porta-potty

I guess I gotta rap about some Marijuana
Thats the only thing I know is f*ckin' smokin' makin' dollas'
If you hatin' you a problem
Get the f*ck up out my comments
I don't need no f*ckin' body
I just need these f*ckin' comma's
I guess I gotta rap about some Marijuana
Thats the only thing I know is f*ckin' smokin' makin' dollas'
If you hatin' you a problem
Get the f*ck up out my comments
I don't need no f*ckin' body
I just need these f*ckin' comma's

No really you thinkin' I can't rap (b*tch)
Trash gang 'til I collapse
And I'm bad to the bone, I'm smokin' in that pack
If you really be thinkin' I'm wack, b*tch step back
You don't know me, and you don't know team
2018 gonna be a f*ckin' dream
If you f*ckin' with the wave then you f*ckin' with me
And I'm comin' to the top like the star on a tree (Yah)
(The f*ck's up b*tch)
You a f*ckin' ho, you a f*ckin' ho
(Ha, ha I don't know)
(Ah I can't bro)