[Rick Ross] Run wit me or run from me Pussys don't get pussy It's the yacht club baby I got thissss (Maybach Music!) (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
He's not bigga than biggie, bitch im 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 heres my captain now relax, let him do waht he do Okay, who rollin spinach? cuz im reallin 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 Livin larger than life call this the yacht club Before ya join us bitch ya gotta get your stax up Shes walkin back and forth, shes just itchen to fuck And then i heard her wisper: "Girl you know he 's rich as fuck" Travel the seven seas, there is no better breaze If he indulgen jelousy his ass better breathe Man overboard cuz hes goin overboard Damn its over for him put that on my vocal chord.
[Magazeen] There's a party (party) Going On All the girls them wellcome To the Yacht Cluuuuuub Magazeen (Magazeen) Let them in (Let Them In)
[Rick Ross] Kill all the middle men im the millatin gilligans Speakin creole and gentle men as i cruise the caribean Oh Lord im 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 Smokin 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 sellin keys thats just how we thought it would be No one agrees with me, but thats just how it goes Im the greeta genious no reference to the ugly clothes I still hustle for dope, but no more me scuffin my soles Make the presentation and trust me the customer sold Im crusin in the gulf, i think your so deaf Janet was in control, because the hoe left
[Magazeen] There's a party (party) Going On All the girls them wellcome To the Yacht Cluuuuuub Magazeen (Magazeen) Let them in (Let Them In)
[Rick Ross] 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 champaign, or is it merlow Fuck it its fine wine, my bitch a vergo I dont do the signs, unless there dollars on em Im da boss a da boat, cashmeire collar on em, Thinkin a last year and all the moneys made Now its corporate invest in, and amongst the other things No one agrees with me, but thats just how it goes Im the greeta genious no reference to the ugly clothes
[Magazeen] There's a party (party) Going On All the girls them wellcome To the Yacht Cluuuuuub Magazeen (Magazeen) Let them in (Let Them In)
by nbU'
Compositores: John W Sen Pate (Abbott Jay), William Roberts (William L Roberts), Erik Ortiz (Rook), Kevin Crowe (Colione) ECAD: Obra #6084194 Fonograma #1973956