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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dame D.O.L.L.A.
Dame D.O.L.L.A.
Vocals
Sy Ari Da Kid
Sy Ari Da Kid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damian Lillard
Damian Lillard
Songwriter
Sy Ari Brockington
Sy Ari Brockington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nonstop
Nonstop
Producer
Mosiac
Mosiac
Producer
Damian Lillard
Damian Lillard
Executive Producer
Nate Alford
Nate Alford
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Nate Jones
Nate Jones
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Need a vacay, go cray It's a round trip, both ways I need good vibes, no sage I like no face, no case By the water, on a yacht boat (Skrrt, skrrt) Location, I'm in Cabo (Skrrt, skrrt) Rich niggas, we are not broke Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah I need a cabana, right by the pool Pour up a shot of that Clase Azul Or Reposado, you know the motto Gas up a jet, get me to Cabo She love the ism, uh, she give me some rhythm, uh Peeping the vibes, not on him it's in him, uh Gucci set, tennis chains, gold ones in With the gang, I'm the life, fuck the fame Know I'm him, they fuck with Dame I brought some sand to the beach Lil' bish we driving the boat We 'bout to dive in the ocean I wanna dive in her throat I never change the location Niggas surrounded with goats This the life, this the life Glass in the air, it's a toast Need a vacay, go cray It's a round trip, both ways I need good vibes, no sage I like no face, no case By the water, on a yacht boat (Skrrt, skrrt) Location, I'm in Cabo (Skrrt, skrrt) Rich niggas, we are not broke Yeah- yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah I pull up to Nobu and get me some shrimp Look at the stride, I walk with a limp I'm from the Town the home of the pimps Don't need a plan I go on a whim I need a tan, look at the melanin Real to the bone, look at the skeleton We need a drone, capture the fellowship Gimme the phone, can't leave the evidence We on a private resort It's lit, I'ma light up a torch (Aye) The shit when I got off the porch (Aye) Ain't changed when I hopped in a Porsche I got the operation for the bops We ain't stopping till we hear the cops I'm rocking open-toes with the socks Run up tripping nigga get socked Please don't kill my vibe, shades Cover up my eyes, sun Down I'm lightweight fried One A.I. with my guys I keep it low, I hardly try I'm Oakland grown, I'm from the Nine You see the glow, you know we shine We breed the code, the gutter kind, nigga Need a vacay, go cray It's a round trip, both ways I need good vibes, no sage I like no face, no case By the water, on a yacht boat (Skrrt, skrrt) Location, I'm in Cabo (Skrrt, skrrt) Rich niggas, we are not broke Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Dean Maola, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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