Yacht Club

[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)