Lyrics:
Captains hat tilted back left hand on wheel
Drive a yacht full throttle it's a type of feel
Grab the Henney, got it in my right hand
Got a bunny you
Honeycomb like fish sticks
I want a drop top not fish ricks
I want a yacht now like fish fish
Feel all like you see is the flame
Feel almost like she is
the yacht she gets dropped off
Pull up in a bucket take off in a foreign
Like how did you make your whip transform
Cause we in the whip and she drop top
Wake
Das ist kein Spaß, ich bin mit Bros die ganze Nacht
Britney Spears auf meinen Dick und auf ner' Yacht
Ich will das Money und das ganze ja mal acht
Fuck it up chopping it up X 4
Fucking with my team that shit pop
Jumping out the chopper to the yatch
Verse1 :
Jumping out the copper,
Like I’m 23
don't have is a chopper
And a yacht
Three stacks for an hour just to drive it off the lot
Floor seats at the playoffs right next to the mascot
Trying
Moonbeam, ran it up, now we mad rich
From Asia to Lamdamoon, living lavish
Yeah
On the yacht with my team
Playing golf, sipping scotch with
the Rock
I been politicking with the models nigga
We been popping bottles on a yacht
I can't tell you that I seen it all my nigga
But I promise you I seen
tout les jours elle m'le prouvais
J'v'eux un big yatch sur nil , ce magot si j'le trouvais
Frère j'ai quitté la zone confort
J'suis en roue libre j'fais
Pull up the anchor and let it float
Fill up a cooler get the yacht fired up
Pour a margarita in a solo cup
Sunglasses on and t-shirts off
Ain't too
got to step up his game
I want Bugattis on a yacht and throw a party on that bitch
That booty wobbling like jelly on a Millionaire cock
You ask Siri who
And that's a surfboard, not a yacht
The arrangement's not quite, quite there
One girl laughs at skinny guys
Someone else points out a queer
Oh, they're all
Inspectah
Still crash bars with Shallah
And my brother Devon, he still push the flyest cars
But he added a yacht to his repertoire
And they marvel how
flexing, bought a yacht (bought a yacht, yuh)
Me against the world I feel like 'Pac (I feel like 'Pac, yuh)
Ayy, now she wanna fuck me on the spot (on
to play with Lucille's, B.B. King
You don't fuck with us, we don't really fuck with y'all
Stunna bought some yachts, we in the ocean playing bumper cars
I got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
Got no mansion, got no yacht
Still I'm happy with what I've got
I got the sun in the morning
nigga, all these hundreds made me hit some, ah
Bunch of pretty bitches on the yacht (on the yacht)
Treat a supermodel like a thot (like a thotty)
(more space)
Crib on the water, tint for the yacht (on the yacht)
Yeah, this small clique of niggas kill on the spot (brrt)
So fuck what you heard,
Just left the jeweler
I bought a Yacht-Master, the master yacht
I just bought a Bentley Mulsanne
They callin' me samurai the way I chop the top
Steve
(lil' bitch)
Thirty on the Glock, let the poles talk (21, 21)
Party on the yacht, brought the hoes out (21, 21)
All my niggas on the yacht sewn out
Billionaires in their yachts can't
Dream the life that I got can't
No they can't stop the clocks can't
Stop the crowning of the poor
Billionaires in
huh! i’m fancy, huh!
yeah, i’m fancy, huh!
yeah i’m fancy huh!
yacht club, jack pots, everything big,
black cars, imports, none of it his!
i’m fancy huh!
it wen yuh bend up like a acrobat
Range Rova yuh want mi pay fi dat
Tek a fight pan di plane or sail di Yacht
Some bwoy nah nuh money dem a idiot
take some?
Yeen ain't hear about finesse that
Make me snake some? Grab the yacht stick
Nigga that the chopstick
I'm a young rich nigga on the yacht
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