DJ Drama, Nas, Scarface, Willie the Kid, Marsha Ambrosius - Yacht Music lyrics
DJ Drama [Tyree Cinque Simmons] Philadelphia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DJ Drama, Nas, Scarface, Willie the Kid, Marsha Ambrosius - Yacht Music lyrics]
Light a cigar or somethin'
Yeah, pour me a drink ya'll, would you?
Niggas is chillin', Drama style
This is, yacht music
Rock to the G shot music
Let's tie our boats together
Run from deck to deck
With shades we could ride the coast together
Weather 90
No chinchilla coats will ever find me
Virgin Islands, crown 88
Marijuana aficionados, grade A reefer
I ain't stressin' shit
This ressession don't affect the rich
Count a hundred G and a hundred degrees
Locked up so none of us are free
From slave ships to having best boat contests
In St tropez with skinny model cokeheads
This for my niggas at
I found heaven on earth
I found money kills loyalty
Niggas is salty and me, this is raw news
I'm watching rich niggas actin'
Like poor dudes check all of they moves
They used to eat at Mr chaos
And now they switched to Sal's
From smiles to frowns they don't
Listen they gettin' foul they was gettin' it
I was hittin' them they wasn't textin' back
Now they hittin' my jack askin' where am I at
There's desperation in they voice
I'm just with my boys
Same place I been, same Tims
Different color Benz, couple twins
Couple friends
On the water, just listenin' to yacht music
I'm too far to go back now
Done too much I know that
Cause, I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
I'm too far to stop, gotta keep on, yea
Cause, I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
Yacht music, chop a fool before we drop to it
Probably clothes on the home by
The docks to it
Beach houses, a few freaks, two spouses
Bought 'em each blouses, turquoise pouches
Statues, water fountains overlook
The mountains
Countin', throwin' dollars from the floor
Yea
Doubt my countin', got a lawyer for my lawyer
This loyalty amongst everybody here
Watch as the yacht disappears from the pier
As disappears off the runway
Came a long way, started week like a Monday
And this a prayer for political prisoners
A check for the public school system
My signature
Filanthropist, I'm a foreign car analyst
Inside peanut butter, outside amethyst
Caught you rap niggas flashin' splergin
Tryna save face like a plastic surgeon
I'll be out earnin', I'm clean as detergent
It's not a verse it's a sermon of this
I'm too far to go back now
Done too much I know that
Cause, I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
I'm too far to stop, gotta keep on, yea
(Feel good bae)
Cause, I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
And it's more than just music poppin'
Got my ass squatin'
And there's six dudes droppin', watchin'
All these bitches poppin'
Comin' out of they closets
In and out of this ghetto, no secret
Its been a week since I seen this freak bitch
Names sweetness, lets me release this
Lord have mercy Jesus
Hit the G-Spot then skeet skeet
Not just knee deep
When she did the freak with me
Now we, don't speak
Unless she tells me she needs this stroke
That these other niggas don't know
That they can't go ever hit high notes
Lost on the boat sayin' no go slow
Then stop and she pops everythin'
Sticky on my yacht
This is more than just music she loses focus
Or when she came
She knows she can't be no mo', my hoe
I'm too far to go back now
Done too much I know that
Cause, I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
I'm too far to stop, gotta keep on, yea
(Feel good bae)
Cause, I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
Yeah, pour me a drink ya'll, would you?
Niggas is chillin', Drama style
This is, yacht music
Rock to the G shot music
Let's tie our boats together
Run from deck to deck
With shades we could ride the coast together
Weather 90
No chinchilla coats will ever find me
Virgin Islands, crown 88
Marijuana aficionados, grade A reefer
I ain't stressin' shit
This ressession don't affect the rich
Count a hundred G and a hundred degrees
Locked up so none of us are free
From slave ships to having best boat contests
In St tropez with skinny model cokeheads
This for my niggas at
I found heaven on earth
I found money kills loyalty
Niggas is salty and me, this is raw news
I'm watching rich niggas actin'
Like poor dudes check all of they moves
They used to eat at Mr chaos
And now they switched to Sal's
From smiles to frowns they don't
Listen they gettin' foul they was gettin' it
I was hittin' them they wasn't textin' back
Now they hittin' my jack askin' where am I at
There's desperation in they voice
I'm just with my boys
Same place I been, same Tims
Different color Benz, couple twins
Couple friends
On the water, just listenin' to yacht music
I'm too far to go back now
Done too much I know that
Cause, I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
I'm too far to stop, gotta keep on, yea
Cause, I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
Yacht music, chop a fool before we drop to it
Probably clothes on the home by
The docks to it
Beach houses, a few freaks, two spouses
Bought 'em each blouses, turquoise pouches
Statues, water fountains overlook
The mountains
Countin', throwin' dollars from the floor
Yea
Doubt my countin', got a lawyer for my lawyer
This loyalty amongst everybody here
Watch as the yacht disappears from the pier
As disappears off the runway
Came a long way, started week like a Monday
And this a prayer for political prisoners
A check for the public school system
My signature
Filanthropist, I'm a foreign car analyst
Inside peanut butter, outside amethyst
Caught you rap niggas flashin' splergin
Tryna save face like a plastic surgeon
I'll be out earnin', I'm clean as detergent
It's not a verse it's a sermon of this
I'm too far to go back now
Done too much I know that
Cause, I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
I'm too far to stop, gotta keep on, yea
(Feel good bae)
Cause, I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
And it's more than just music poppin'
Got my ass squatin'
And there's six dudes droppin', watchin'
All these bitches poppin'
Comin' out of they closets
In and out of this ghetto, no secret
Its been a week since I seen this freak bitch
Names sweetness, lets me release this
Lord have mercy Jesus
Hit the G-Spot then skeet skeet
Not just knee deep
When she did the freak with me
Now we, don't speak
Unless she tells me she needs this stroke
That these other niggas don't know
That they can't go ever hit high notes
Lost on the boat sayin' no go slow
Then stop and she pops everythin'
Sticky on my yacht
This is more than just music she loses focus
Or when she came
She knows she can't be no mo', my hoe
I'm too far to go back now
Done too much I know that
Cause, I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere
I'm too far to stop, gotta keep on, yea
(Feel good bae)
Cause, I'm goin' nowhere, nowhere