Lyrics Billy Marchiafava – No Vacations

You remember I told you I’ma get real ignorant with it, right?
Alright, put the money in the bag
Put it in!
You need to shut the fuck up

Yeah, ayy
Bad bitch with’ 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, bitch
Billy comin’ through, yeah
Watch how a lane switch
No vacations, work like I’m holmvik
Out all night, mothafucka’ I’m homesick
(I’m the trash man)
Mothafucka’ I’m godly
Got an asian bitch and she ride me like a Harley
If you hate me, mothafucka’ I’m sorry
I don’t give a fuck mothafucka’, I’m sorry
Play a bitch like Atari
Fuck twelve hoes in the back of the lobby
Depressed as fuck, but I still get brains like a zombie
More ass than a porta-potty

I guess I gotta rap about some marijuana
That’s the only thing I know is fuckin’, smokin’, makin’ dollas’
If you hatin’ you a problem
Get the fuck up out my comments
I don’t need no fuckin’ body

No really you thinkin’ I can’t rap (Bitch)
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, bitch step back
You don’t know me, and you don’t know team
2018 gonna be a fuckin’ dream
If you fuckin’ with the wave then you fuckin’ with me
And I’m comin’ for the top like the star on a tree (Yah)
(The fuck’s up bitch)
You a fuckin’ ho
You a fuckin’ ho
(Ha, ha I don’t know)
(Ah I can’t bro)