Rick Ross - Yacht Club Lyrics

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Rick ross (verse one):

He not bigger than biggy

Bitch i’m bigger than you.

It’s just a boat if it cost you like a milli or two.

Gotta kick off your shoes

Okay let’s 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 an acre of grass

Wake up in jamaica.

Couple nautical knots i call my cubanos to cop

Puerto rico for women

Hit barbados to shop.

Living larger than life

Call this the yacht club

Before you join us bitch you gotta get your stocks up.

She walking back and forth

She just itching to fuck

And then i heard her whisper: (“girl you know he rich as fuck.”)

Travel the seven seas

There is no better breeze.

If he indulge in jealousy his ass better breathe.

Man overboard ‘cause he going overboard

Damn it’s over for him- put that on my vocal chord.

Magazeen:

(chorus)

There’s a party going on.

All the gals dem welcome

To the yacht club.

Magazeen (magazeen) let them in.

{2x.}

Rick ross (verse two)

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Kill all the middle men i’m the millitant gilligan

Speaking creole with gentlemen as i cruise the caribbean.

Oh lord i’m a star down in st. barth’s

The fat tommy lee i made out with like eight broads.

But up in costa rica

I get the most of features.

She no speakey no ingles

Maybe fat joe could teach her.

Smoking barrels of reefer

Only the yacht club.

Before you join us bitch you gotta get your stocks up.

Travel the seven seas

There is no better breeze

When we started selling keys this just how we thought it would be.

No one agrees with me

But that’s just how it goes.

I’m the greedy genius no reference to the ugly clothes.

I still hustle for dough but no more me scuffing my soles.

Make the presentation and trust me the customer’s sold.

I’m cruising in the gulf

I think you’re so def.

Janet was in control

Because that hoe left.

Magazeen:

(chorus)

There’s a party going on.

All the gals dem welcome

To the yacht club.

Magazeen (magazeen) let them in. (let them in.)

{2x.}

Rick ross (verse three)

My dick a big stretch and quick to tell a bitch fetch.

Tell you to kiss her ass after you bought that bitch breast.

Her head above average

My head above water

By now you can see my palace right off the coast of florida.

I’m into fine fish with a slight lime twist

Veggies on the side of course

Kush appetizers.

Let your mercedes chill

Roll with a navy seal.

This the yacht club

Wodie trust me? your lady will.

Still spilling champagne

Or is it merlot?

Fuck it it’s fine wine.

My bitch a virgo.

I don’t do the signs

Unless it’s dollar’s on them.

I’m the boss of the boat

Cashmere collar on them.

Thinking of last year and all the money’s made

Now it’s corporate investing

Amongst the other things.

No one agrees with me

But that’s just how it goes

I’m the greedy genius no reference to the ugly clothes.

Magazeen:

(chorus)

There’s a party going on.

All the gals dem welcome

To the yacht club.

Magazeen (magazeen) let them in. (let them in.)

{4x.}

Magazeen:

-you gotta let the ladies know what is the yacht club.

(jamaican patois in background)

Bumbaclot!!

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