Murda Beatz, 2 Chainz, Swae Lee - Yacht Master lyrics
Tauheed Epps
Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown
[Murda Beatz, 2 Chainz, Swae Lee - Yacht Master lyrics]
We're rolling we're rolling
And action
Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling
Holy moly, damn
This bitch want me and the homies, so
Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
The cameras just landed on me, what's up
(out of nowhere) holy moly
This bitch want me and the homies, so
Came in this bitch
It's a shame I ain't make a fuckin' film
Damn pills in my pocket tee
And I stay smokin' on that fuckin' kill
Know I gotta swang through
Bangin' my shit, that other shit weird
I'm the fresh prince of the city
Got dranks in the back room, chill
Check this out
Got Franks in my pocket, they chillin'
Lot of faces on me so I never get lonely
Seen that mothafuckin' Porsche Carrera
And got a boner
I don't fuck with freeloaders, nah
Yacht Master Rollie
Some cameras just landed on me
Out of nowhere holy moly, damn
This bitch want me and the homie, cool
Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
The cameras just landed on me, what's up?
Holy moly
This bitch want me and the homies, so
She shaved off everything 'cept
For the landin' strip
I'm on them 22s just like the Emmitt Smith
You see me killin' shit
Reapin' the benefit's
You work from 9 to 5, I work from 10 to 6
Up all night hustlin'
Yellow gold like mustard
Been told 'em pass the Grey Poupon
Back when I had a cutlass
Y'all niggas just rusty
I put your bitch on a Huffy
Now we're talkin' paper, boy
Crip on a hundred acres, boy
All you do is hate with your boy
You act like a snake with your boy
You act like a fake with your boy
My pockets lookin' like they ate your boy
Damnholy moly i don't know if she wanna
Fuck me or my Rollie
Even Cartier lenses can see that you're phony
Anybody seen your style can tell
That you stole it
Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling
Holy moly, damn
This bitch want me and the homies, so
Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
The cameras just landed on me, what's up
(out of nowhere) holy moly
This bitch want me and the homies, so
And action
Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling
Holy moly, damn
This bitch want me and the homies, so
Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
The cameras just landed on me, what's up
(out of nowhere) holy moly
This bitch want me and the homies, so
Came in this bitch
It's a shame I ain't make a fuckin' film
Damn pills in my pocket tee
And I stay smokin' on that fuckin' kill
Know I gotta swang through
Bangin' my shit, that other shit weird
I'm the fresh prince of the city
Got dranks in the back room, chill
Check this out
Got Franks in my pocket, they chillin'
Lot of faces on me so I never get lonely
Seen that mothafuckin' Porsche Carrera
And got a boner
I don't fuck with freeloaders, nah
Yacht Master Rollie
Some cameras just landed on me
Out of nowhere holy moly, damn
This bitch want me and the homie, cool
Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
The cameras just landed on me, what's up?
Holy moly
This bitch want me and the homies, so
She shaved off everything 'cept
For the landin' strip
I'm on them 22s just like the Emmitt Smith
You see me killin' shit
Reapin' the benefit's
You work from 9 to 5, I work from 10 to 6
Up all night hustlin'
Yellow gold like mustard
Been told 'em pass the Grey Poupon
Back when I had a cutlass
Y'all niggas just rusty
I put your bitch on a Huffy
Now we're talkin' paper, boy
Crip on a hundred acres, boy
All you do is hate with your boy
You act like a snake with your boy
You act like a fake with your boy
My pockets lookin' like they ate your boy
Damnholy moly i don't know if she wanna
Fuck me or my Rollie
Even Cartier lenses can see that you're phony
Anybody seen your style can tell
That you stole it
Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling
Holy moly, damn
This bitch want me and the homies, so
Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
The cameras just landed on me, what's up
(out of nowhere) holy moly
This bitch want me and the homies, so