Run wit me or run from me
Pussy's don't get pussy
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, bitch 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 grass 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 bitch ya gotta get your stax up
Shes walking back and forth, shes just itchen to fuck
And then I heard her whisper: "Girl you know he 's rich as fuck"
Travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze
If he indulgen jealousy his ass 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)Kill 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 bitch 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 leftThere'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 bitch fetch
Tell you to kiss her ass, after you bought the bitch 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
Fuck it its fine wine, my bitch 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 clothesThere's a party (party)
Going On
All the girls them welcome
To the Yacht Club
Magazeen (Magazeen)
Let them in (Let Them In)
Songwriters
ROBERTS, WILLIAM / ORTIZ, E. / CROWE, K. / PATE, JOHNNYPublished by
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