Ocean Prime (feat. Boldy James)

Where we with it? We tuna melt all of the smelts and fillet the salmons (what else?) Ocean prime with the Caesar salad but the dressin' Italian Had to break out the real scales, took a day to count it (uh-huh) Plug out in St. Thomas, from the Virgin to the Cayman Islands This yacht life is a blessin', flip-flops and my Nautica sweats Got your bitch on her knees swabbin' the deck Oyster Perpets, flood the yacht with baguettes Submariner, what a sea-dweller, this is not a Patek Pack got sent from overseas with a postcard Drownin' in sin, life's a beach, need a coast guard Great Lakes to the coast, activate the alarm Now we dockin' the boat, big rope with the anchor charms Simply straight return, three-thousand miles away from home Middle of the ocean, had to cut the navigation on Nautica Competition accomplished on my windbreakers Settin' sail, takin' Dramamine, I get seasick Papa was a ladies' man, Popeye was a sailor man Jewelry clearly Canadian, diamonds water, aquarium Fish scale professional, we got that oil sheen, yeah On the river tryna water wing me up a stingray We got the same guns the Navy got, why panic? Why these loose lips sinkin' ships like the Titanic? On a deserted island, plug tried to leave me stranded I can't understand his Inglés, he can't understand my Spanish Big fish in a small pond full of guppies Like The Bermuda Triangle I can make you vanish Burnin' exotic coral reefer with all my blooders The chain a treasure chest, but my piece hit like watercolors Ha? They don't wanna see you die