Kevin "Colione" Crowe - Yacht Club lyrics

[Intro: Magazeen & (Rick Ross)] Yeah, just somethin' different ya know Ricky Ross the big boss (It's a secret society baby) Maga-to-the-zeen (All we ask is trust) Yeah, to the ladies dem (Nothing's changed) All of them Northside ladies only (Run with me or run from me, yeah) Dem real fall just-a like the sunshine (Pussies don't get p**y, yeah) Yacht Club, Rich Club (It's the Yacht Club baby) I brought kush too, haha (I got this) Maybach Music!, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League [Verse 1: Rick Ross] He's not bigger than Biggie, b**h I'm bigger than you It's just a boat to mi casa 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 rollin' spinach? Cause I'm reelin' the anchor Smoke up an acre a gra**, wake up in Jamaica Couple nautical miles, I call my Cubanos to cop Puerto Rico for women, hit Barbados to shop Livin' larger than life, call this the yacht club Before you join us b**h, ya gotta get your stocks up She walkin' back and forth, she's just itchin' to f** And then I heard her whisper, "Girl, you know he's rich as f**" Travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze If he indulgin' jealousy his a** better breathe Man overboard cause he goin' overboard Damn it's over for him put that on my vocal chord [Hook: Magazeen] There's a party, going on All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club Magazeen, let them in There's a party, going on All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club Magazeen, let them in [Verse 2: Rick Ross] My talk is priceless Turn me up a little bit, I feel bossy k** all the middle men, I'm the militant Gilligan Speakin' Creole and gentlemen as I cruise the Caribbean Oh Lord I'm a star down in St. Barts The fat Tommy Lee, I made out with like eight broads Put up in Costa Rica, I get the most of features She no *speakay no englay*, maybe Fat Joe could teach her Smokin' barrels of reefer, only the yacht club Before you join us b**h, ya gotta get your stocks up Travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze When we started sellin' kis that's 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 dope, but no more me scuffin' my soles Make the presentation and trust me the customer sold I'm cruisin' in the gulf, I think you're so deaf Janet was in control, because the hoe left [Hook: Magazeen] There's a party, going on All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club Magazeen, let them in There's a party, going on All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club Magazeen, let them in [Verse 3: Rick Ross] My dick a big stretch and quick to tell a b**h fetch Tell you to kiss her a**, after you bought the b**h breasts Her head above average, my head above water By now you could 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, wanna trust me your lady will Still spillin' champagne, or is it Merlot? f** it, it's fine wine, my b**h a Virgo I don't do the signs, unless there dollars on 'em I'm the boss of the boat, cashmere collar on 'em Thinkin' of last year, and all the money's made Now it's corporate invested, 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 [Hook: Magazeen] There's a party, going on All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club Magazeen, let them in There's a party, going on All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club Magazeen, let them in