Yacht Master

Y'all in the club, and y'all on the street

Yacht master, white tux up in a white yacht

Ring look like I got it out of a icebox

Step into my world, VIP in every night spot

Dow Jones, my crowd knows 'bout every price drop

They let us in to drop the bag to get in

Next Spanish **** in a lavish settin'

You shoulda had your bettin'

Now all we do is get in luxury cars

Floss and write 'em off as company cars

I know they recognize us

Twenty deep in front of tuxedo enterprises

Bomb with the ride, had a license plate to slide

Gone in a Porsche like I'm George and they five

They claim they know but they lie

That don't slide with us, live high, they wanna ride with us

We got the ball in our side, it's up

I see the scoreboard

Four garages, a coupe, a fleet of four doors

We up, we re-up and get it all off

We should sell up to tell

Letting very close

But it raving

How they comatose

On my own two like 199

190 Benz on the I-95

I'm pun 99, I'm really from uptown and they go back in time when it was real, I'll be nine

The velvet rope's off

We on, they take the velvet rope off

I'm nice, I took the telescope off

Sharpshooter, my aim

I street gamble, die shooter, my name

I sore lose, I might shoot up the game

We spend it all, 'cause we gettin' more, that's the system

There's prolly mo' mo' wet on the floor than my system

Saint Mary, fourteen K

Go play, daddy, gold plated, no way

That's Mary on the go plate

Gold chain with the Italy stamp

They hatin' if they ain't feelin' me, man

Rap equivalent to a mean jumper

My bitches wear Reeboks and jean jumpers

Is a body if ever your team touches

Tell her to tell

Nothing very close

But it raving

How they comatose

Very close

But it raving

How they comatose