"The Big Vacation" lyrics
Yeah, Spitta
Yeah, Fly Society
Rims on the Coupe spinning like windmills
And the wrist 32 below minus the wind chill
The anticipation's starting to build
So I figured I could give 'em another dose of the real
I pull up at the spot so ill, let valet take the Lambo
First I gotta let them read my instruction manual
'Cause the [?] be a whole lot to handle
You can wreck the motherfucker if you're not careful
I'm hearing more Curren$y bashing
I'm gaining momentum, loop steadily stacking
I don't really hear 'em, I don't understand yackin'
All I talk is paper and digits and calculators
FS Jets gettin' paid
You niggas broke and mad 'cause Cadillacs switched models on the Escalade
That's the old headlights, you better upgrade
Benz Convoy with the wagon on the side
Bad bitches just wanna fuck and get high
So they fuck with the planes 'cause they know we could put it in their life
Balcony [?] and world-class models
Wearing thongs, drinking out of champagne bottles
All fashion week, NYC
At the front row, Gucci show, ask for me
With a bad ho right in the seat next to me
Yeah, I'm a breath of fresh air
[?] it was in despair
Told you it would not be fair
No need to be compared to these niggas
Don't put me in a category nowhere with these niggas
I'm a whole 'nother story, I'm completely something different
Spitta, nigga, yeah
Yeah, Fly Society
Rims on the Coupe spinning like windmills
And the wrist 32 below minus the wind chill
The anticipation's starting to build
So I figured I could give 'em another dose of the real
I pull up at the spot so ill, let valet take the Lambo
First I gotta let them read my instruction manual
'Cause the [?] be a whole lot to handle
You can wreck the motherfucker if you're not careful
I'm hearing more Curren$y bashing
I'm gaining momentum, loop steadily stacking
I don't really hear 'em, I don't understand yackin'
All I talk is paper and digits and calculators
FS Jets gettin' paid
You niggas broke and mad 'cause Cadillacs switched models on the Escalade
That's the old headlights, you better upgrade
Benz Convoy with the wagon on the side
Bad bitches just wanna fuck and get high
So they fuck with the planes 'cause they know we could put it in their life
Balcony [?] and world-class models
Wearing thongs, drinking out of champagne bottles
All fashion week, NYC
At the front row, Gucci show, ask for me
With a bad ho right in the seat next to me
Yeah, I'm a breath of fresh air
[?] it was in despair
Told you it would not be fair
No need to be compared to these niggas
Don't put me in a category nowhere with these niggas
I'm a whole 'nother story, I'm completely something different
Spitta, nigga, yeah
