Yacht Club

Rick Ross

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    [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)

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    [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)

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    Composición: Abbott Jay, Ric Ross, Rook y Colione

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