Murda - Yacht Master lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee] We're rolling We're rolling And action [Hook: Swae Lee] Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling Holy moly, damn This b**h want me and the homies, so Yacht Master Rollie, ayy The cameras just landed on me, what's up (out of nowhere) Holy moly This b**h want me and the homies, so [Verse 1: Swae Lee] Came in this b**h It's a shame I ain't make a f**in' film, damn Pills in my pocket tee And I stay smokin' on that f**in' k** Know I gotta swang through Bangin' my sh**, that other sh** weird I'm the fresh prince of the city Got dranks in the back room, chill, check this out Got Franks in my pocket, they chillin' Lot of faces on me so I never get lonely Seen that mothaf**in' Porsche Carrera and got a bo*er I don't f** with freeloaders, nah [Hook: Swae Lee] Yacht Master Rollie Some cameras just landed on me, out of nowhere Holy moly, damn This b**h want me and the homie, cool Yacht Master Rollie, ayy The cameras just landed on me, what's up? Holy moly This b**h want me and the homies, so [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] She shaved off everything 'cept for the landin' strip I'm on them 22s just like the Emmett Smith You see me k**in' sh**, reapin' the benefits You work from 9 to 5, I work from 10 to 6 Up all night hustlin' Yellow gold like mustard Been told 'em pa** the Grey Poupon Back when I had a cutla** Y'all n***as just rusty I put your b**h on a Huffy Now we're talkin' paper, boy Crip on a hundred acres, boy All you do is hate with your boy You act like a snake with your boy You act like a fake with your boy My pockets lookin' like they ate your boy Damn... holy moly I don't know if she wanna f** me or my Rollie Even Cartier lenses can see that you're phoney Anybody seen your style can tell that you stole it [Hook: Swae Lee] Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling Holy moly, damn This b**h want me and the homies, so Yacht Master Rollie, ayy The cameras just landed on me, what's up (out of nowhere) Holy moly This b**h want me and the homies, so