Lyrics:
we trust?
Who has more curves than a racing yacht's keel?
Who has more nerve than a girl made of steel?
Who has more verve than the maximum sex
Forbes, I'm gettin' lonely
See us out here racing yachts like 'fuck the police'
Bugatti swerving lane to lane, we gettin' money
Once promoters say my name,
like what
In the world are you doing this for
I'm on a jet ski smoking a joint
After I'm done racing some yachts
Live in a mansion find me on Forbes
We
And living not hating
He shot out the dock
We yacht racing
Hmm
Living in Cali
But not in the valley
Malibu
How is it true
Where a Bentley is like a Audi
you know that I lace em
Bitch I'm Spreewell with that soda that's a Big Ticket
I'm doing 80 in a 30 that's a big ticket
I'm street racing to a yacht
I want to make love on a yacht on a yacht on a yacht
You got my stomach tied in a knot
I'm a wild beach
Take me to the sea and I'll give you what you
got me feeling like Jack Spade
All yacht everything, all black on the bottles
That means we playing spades while racing the latest models
Word to my
compares to you
Soon as I get home I'm racing to unplug my phone
I seen everything twice
Been around tha world, I've seen every scene twice
Stopping down in
hang
Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon
Ayo that's my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin'
Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shit
Had a thing
Ay, pulled up in Japan
Racing through the skies private jet like peter pan
Eyes on the stars staring hard as I can
Wanna be a baller like that girl
is a boat!
A racing cruising boat!
Let's sail on a yacht!
Swish! Swish!
Z for Zeppelin
Z, Z, Zeppelin
A zeppelin is an airship
A big long airship
Lil’ Lan
Sorry officer, I like to go fast
And you’re behind me, so, uh, technically you got last
Racing around in the city (skrrt)
Burning rubber
to life than goin' on trips to Dubai?
Yachts on 4th of July, G5 soarin' the skies
Is there more to life than all of these corporate ties
And all of these
I'm in the streets racing
Niggas always see me with some gangsters
And they greet me with two fingers
I'm paranoid 'cause my life is in danger
I'm in
don't mean you'll blow it
Boarding a yacht and you know we floating
When I walk through the door gone call a commotion
Smoking on sprinkles and you know
to it
The constant labyrinth, oh
You're not sailing straight
This yacht's in need of a crew
Out where the money sleeps
The air so honey sweet
You'll
The room is so dark, play my song cause a spark
I'm chasing the chicken my flow is to sickening I'm racing I'm whippin I'm changing the children
Can you
smile like The Joker
I’m racing the roadster
Pop up like toasters damn (Skurr)
Fill the room with aroma
Fill the room with aroma (Yeah)
Fill the room with
baby, none of them compare to you
Soon as I get home I'm racing to unplug my phone
[Verse 1]
I seen everything twice
Been around the world, I've
sister married a banker yeah he owns a country club
He bought her a big ol' racing horse and a funny lookin' little dog
He buys her big rings
to pray
Little sister married a banker, yeah, he owns a country club
He bought her a big ol' racing horse and a funny lookin' little dog
He buys her
the family
I'm a hood nigga, I can't swim but that little fact it ain't stopping me
I got yacht dreams, not rented, I double parked in that harbor
That's
mistake, I was built for this shit
8 Dots on my back so I'll kill for this shit
Now they tryna follow my way
Racing down the highway
Turn up everynight
I'm
You feel me
You feel me
Thought I forgot
Got more bars than Verizon
Chilling on a yacht
Watching the horizon
Ain't listening well
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