Lyrics:
lookin' all pale
While I'm on a yacht, overseas, doin' my nails
(Get low Digga!)
Now he sittin' there lookin' stuck
He thinkin' cause he spent
toe tagging 11 mob amateurs
First act was to get some new threads
My lawyer set a meet with colonel Juan Cortez
On a yacht that plush with A list guests
Catch me on a wave you can find me at the yacht club
Met an island girl but I'm telling you it's not love
Champagne bubbles next to her in the hot tub
lookin' all pale
While I'm on a yacht, overseas, doin' my nails
(Get low Digga!)
Now he sittin' there lookin' stuck
He thinkin' cause he spent
(Once again, my friend) Long Island
(What the hell do you wanna be when you grow up?)
I wanna be a super emcee
(Well, you're already that) so
Baby, let me get a feel; show me that it's really real
Bad bitch from Cashville, met her up in Club Liv
Don't care who you man is, long as he ain't up in
Big talk, lookin' thinner when it's combat
Nigga who really 'bout that ballin'
But goin' fishin'
I'm bouncing back from a yacht crash
Still dealing with
Yacht Club
When the party's over and we're all alone
We'll be makin' waves, in a no wake zone
Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
Strung
ain't worried 'bout who got you right now
'Cause I'm getting to the guap, like right now
Cartier on a yacht, private island
Chanel, show the top,
the moonlight)
A barracuda chased our dog days away
Forever
Let's sink or swim 'til we fall in love
(And dance in the moonlight)
When we join the yacht club
I
there's five houseboat front porches
Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches
Regular joes, rockin' the boat that's us
The Redneck Yacht Club
Bermuda's,
kill, neck on chilly-chill
Baby, let me get a feel; show me that it's really real
Bad bitch from Cashville, met her up in Club Liv
Don't care who you
I keep on shining
I keep on grinding
Getting this money
Invest it and flip it
To cop me an island
I keep on shining
I keep on grinding
I want a yacht
be for long
As long as you're down to follow me to my island
If I were stranded on an island
(Stranded on an island)
I'd ignore their random acts
a lifetime to spend money this long, nigga, we been on
(Uh, nigga, we been on, we done came up)
(From them red cups to them gold bottles, livin' on islands
on islands, caked up, uh)
It ain't nothin' nigga, ain't nothin' nigga
(Stuntin' on niggas and taking their broads)
Okay, you know that we be in the club
I'm no Russian
Not even Prussian
Doorman at the yacht club
Was my one claim to fame
Some say I'm nervy
Hell, I'm from Jersey
This chasin'
on this Long
Island Tea
I wish a muthafucka would try to clown me
I wish a muthafucka would blame it on his liquor
I wish a muthafucka would thank that I
when I'll be aroused
Made it to Star Island, started with a nickel rock
Who thought a project nigga get to get a yacht?
Two million dollars cash in
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bae I swear you're like my diamond
But one time I was on Long Island
You're my everything
But she
you from an island girl?
The way you wining it for me girl
Like (Whoa!) Your bumpin' and grindin' in the club
Like (Whoa!) I love to see you winin'
on this Long
Island Tea
I wish a muthafucka would try to clown me
I wish a muthafucka would blame it on his liquor
I wish a muthafucka would thank that I
Aight, come on
Soon as Dre say what Dre say, we on a yacht
Mediterranean Sea bangin' Dre Day, nigga
Goldchain like it's my payday, nigga
Two
the neighbors
They knocking like Jehovah's Witness
Girl we can kick, ever tried karate?
Out on my yacht we go island shopping
Back to my suite, ten grand a night
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