Rick Ross - Yacht Club

He not bigga den biggy b**ch i'm bigger than you

Just a boat a 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 i'm reallin the anchor

Smok up up an acre a grass wake up in jamaica,

Couple nautical nas, i call my cubanos ta cop,

Puerto rico for women, hit barbedos ta shop,

Livin larger than life

Call this the yacht club,

Before ya join us b**ch ya gotta get your stocks up.

She's walkin back and forth, she's just itchen ta f**k,

Then i heard her wisper,

Travel the seven seas, is no better breaze

If he indulgen jelousy his a** better breathe

Man overboard cuz hes goin overboard,

Damn its over for him put that on my vocal cord.

Kill all the middle men i'm the millatin gilligans

Speakin creo and gentle men as i cruise the caribean,

O lord i'm a star down in saint barths

The fat tommy lee i made out with like 8

Broads but up in costa rica,

I get the most of features, she no speakay

No englay, maybe fat joe could teach her,

Smokin barrels of **, only the yacht club,

Before ya join us b**ch ya gotta get your stocks 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

I'm the greeta genious no reference to the ugly clothes,

I still hustle for d**e, but no more me scuffin my

Soles, make the presentation and trust me the customer sold,

I'm crusin in the gulf, i think your so deaf, janet was in control,

Because the hoe left,

My dick a big stretch and quick ta tell a b**ch fetch,

Tell you ta kiss her a**, after you bought the b**ch breast,

Her head above average, my head above water,

But now you could see my balace,

Right off the coast of florida,

I'm 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, f**k it its fine wine, my b**ch a vergo,

I don't do the signs unless a dollars on em,

I'm da boss a da boat, cashmeire collar on em,

Thinkin a last year and all the moneys made,

Now its corporate investin amongst the other things,

No one agrees with me, but thats just how it goes,

I'm the greeta genious no refernce to the ugly clothes