Rick Ross - Yacht Club Remix lyrics

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Rick Ross - Yacht Club Remix lyrics

Run wit me or run from me p**y's don't get p**y It's the yacht club baby I got this (Maybach Music!) (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) He's not bigga than biggie, b**h I'm bigger than you Just a boat to mi casa like you a milli or 2 Gotta kick off your shoes, okay lets take a cruise Here's my captain now relax, let him do what he do Okay, who rolling spinach? cause I'm reeling the anchor Smoke up up an acre a gra** wake up in Jamaica Couple nautical miles, I call my cubanos to cop Puerto Rico for women, hit Barbados to shop Living larger than life call this the yacht club Before ya join us b**h ya gotta get your stax up Shes walking back and forth, shes just itchen to f** And then I heard her whisper: "Girl you know he 's rich as f**" Travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze If he indulgen jealousy his a** better breathe Man overboard cause hes goin overboard Damn its over for him put that on my vocal chord. There's a party (party) Going On All the girls them welcome To the Yacht Club Magazeen (Magazeen) Let them in (Let Them In) k** all the middle men im the millatin gilligans Speaking creole and gentle men as I cruise the Caribbean Oh Lord I'm a star down in saint barths The fat Tommy Lee I made out with like 8 broads Put up in Costa Rica, I get the most of features She no speakay no englay, maybe Fat Joe could teach her Smoking barrels of reefer, only the yacht club Before ya join us b**h ya gotta get your stax up Travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze When we started selling keys that's just how we thought it would be No one agrees with me, but that's just how it goes I'm the greater genius no reference to the ugly clothes I still hustle for dope, but no more me scuffing my Soles Make the presentation and trust me the customer sold I'm cruising in the gulf, I think your so deaf Janet was in control, because the hoe left There's a party (party) Going On All the girls them wellcome To the Yacht Cluuuuuub Magazeen (Magazeen) Let them in (Let Them In) My dick a big stretch and quick ta tell a b**h fetch Tell you to kiss her a**, after you bought the b**h breast Her head above average, my head above water But now you could see my balace right off the coast of Florida Im in ta fine fish with a slight lime twist Veggies on the side of course, kush appetizez Let your Mercedes chill, roll wit a navy seal This the yacht club, wanna trust me your lady will, Still spillen champagne, or is it merlow f** it its fine wine, my b**h a vergo I don't do the signs, unless there dollars on em I'm the boss a theboat, cashmere collar on em, Thinking a last year and all the moneys made Now its corporate invest in, and amongst the other things No one agrees with me, but that's just how it goes I'm the greater genius no reference to the ugly clothes There's a party (party) Going On All the girls them welcome To the Yacht Club Magazeen (Magazeen) Let them in (Let Them In)