Gita - Yacht's Kaviar lyrics
Escaping The Dream World album Lyrics Yacht's Kaviar lyrics [Verse: 1 Gita] I dream of lovely trips, how bout b**hes in Paris Whipping inside German whips, presidential Tented, come close a little just to listen Sofa sitting, yacht chilling, No rap beasts Unless you got Belle that's me Private eye privacy, letters to the marquis Overseas piracy, ever get a nice stuffed Package for mail, don't forget to tip him He won't run and tell, set your whole ship Sail. We all love the fantasy of things Diamond rings, cake and creme I'm shutting down everybody's wants and needs With this work ethic, leaving jumpers Breathless, unapologetic, unforgiving Y'all b**hes names were never worth Mentioning! Doc juice and gin a tint Of lemon eating Swiss chocolate Getting suave like them Simmons Getting served on China dishes Call it Kimora living A real ghetto gyhals wishes Kuroyale sipping marble kitchens Kimberly rollers flipping dough What you know bout Persian carpets On floors garments custom sewn Just a silver fox looking for a hole They say I'm coming platinum cold Holla HOV it's getting cold Hook 3x Yachts, Kaviar, Gold bars Yachts, Kaviar, Gold bars Yachts, Kaviar, Gold bars [Verse: 2 Gita] Mama I'm the leader who you following Been to many corporate gangster party scenes Since 16 never had dirty bags, trim, seeds handed to me No dumb b**hes chilling in my V.I.P n***as really trying me how cute Putting your operations in another route Get out the coupe! Pol,o Marco, I solo See you hustled with a b**h boy group Trigg happy got the next fella acting On my plots putting your suga a** in a freshly chopped wooden box Sexy b**hes spending dirty money Pour me up Ciroq Breeze hair flipping living so European Who the f** you thought I was bringing on Some other level sh** No f**ing secret Poo in thT s**y a** weekend Finns be a bedroom meeting My fellas stay chiefing They on so heavenly Smoking oh so heavily My p**y, p**y. p**y Full of gold clusters fellas trying to marry me Stupid heffas be in Fairyland where the stories be And plastic keys, f** these shopping malls I'm at these Boutiques Hook 3x Yachts, Kaviar, Gold bars Yachts, Kaviar, Gold bars Yachts, Kaviar, Gold bars [Champagne bottle pops, then pours,] Yacht's Kaviar Lyrics written by Gita Beat produced by Heartbrea3kid