Yacht Master

LETRA

Yacht Master

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 bh 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 bh want me and the homies, so

Came in this bh
It's a shame I ain't make a fg film, damn
Pills in my pocket tee
And I stay smoking on that fg kill
Know I gotta swang through
Banging my st, that other st 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 chilling
Lot of faces on me so I never get lonely
Seen that mg Porsche Carrera and got a boner
I don't fk with freeloaders, nah

Yacht Master Rollie
Some cameras just landed on me, out of nowhere
Holy moly, damn
This bh want me and the homie, cool
Yacht Master Rollie, ayy
The cameras just landed on me, what's up?
Holy moly
This bh want me and the homies, so

She shaved off everything ‘cept for the landing strip
I'm on them 22s just like the Emmett Smith
You see me killing st, reaping the benefits
You work from 9 to 5, I work from 10 to 6
Up all night hustling
Yellow gold like mustard
(?) had the grey poupon
Back when I had a cutlass
Y'all ns just rusty
I put your bh on a Huffy
Now we're talking 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 looking like they ate your boy
Damn… holy moly
I don't know if she wanna fk me or my Rollie
Even Cartier lenses can see that you're phoney
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 bh 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 bh want me and the homies, so