Yacht Music

Lyrics

[Intro: Nas] Light a cigar or somethin' Yeah, pour me a drink ya'll, would you? Niggas is chillin', Drama style [Verse 1: Nas] This is, yacht music, Rox and the G Shock music Lets tie our boats together, run from deck to deck With vintage shades, we could ride the coast together Weather 90, no chinchilla coats or leather Find me, Virgin Islands, Crown Bay Marina, '88 Filas Marijuana aficionados, grade A reefer I ain't stressin' shit, this ressession don't affect the rich Count a hundred G in a hundred degrees But Mumia's locked up so none of us are free Still it wonders me From slave ships to having best boat contests In St. Tropez with skinny, white model cokeheads This for my niggas at level's work, I found heaven on earth I found money kills loyalty, niggas is salty at me This is raw news, I'm watching rich niggas actin' like poor dudes Check all of they moves, they used to eat at Mr. Chow's And now they switched to styles From smiles to frowns, they don't listen, they gettin' foul They was gettin' it, I was hittin' them, they wasn't textin' back Now they hittin' my jack askin' where am I at There's desperation in they voice, I'm just with my boys Same place I been, same Timbs Different color Benz, couple twins, couple friends On the water, just listenin' to yacht music [Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius] Come too far to go back now Done too much I know that I'm goin' nowhere, yeah Come too far to just stop Gotta keep on, yeah Cause I'm goin' nowhere, yeah [Verse 2: Willie The Kid] Yacht music, chopper full, we drop to it The party close on the home by the docks to it Beach houses, a few freaks, two spouses Bought 'em each blouses, turquoise pouches Got suede on the walls, gator print couches Statues, water fountains overlook the mountains Countin', throwin' dollars from the foyer Doubt my countin', got a lawyer for my lawyer This loyalty amongst everybody here Watch as the yacht disappears from the pier Stare as the land disappear off the runway Came a long way, started weak like a Monday And this a prayer for political prisoners A check for the public school system, my signature Philanthropist, I'm a foreign car analyst Inside peanut butter, outside amethyst All you rap niggas flashin' splurging Tryna save face like a plastic surgeon I'll be out earnin', I'm clean as detergent It's not a verse, it's a sermon of this earnin [Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius] Come too far to go back now Done too much I know that I'm goin' nowhere, yeah Come too far to just stop Gotta keep on, yeah Cause I'm goin' nowhere, yeah [Verse 3: Scarface] And its more than just music poppin' Got my ass squatin' in the six duece droppin' Watchin', all these bitches poppin' Comin' out of they closets, and I been In and out of this ghetto, no secret Been a week since I seen this freak bitch Name's Sweetness, she lets me release this Lord have mercy, Jesus Hit the G-spot then skeet skeet, not just knee deep She was told to be deep when she did the freak with me Now we, don't speak Unless she tells me she needs this stroke That these other niggas don't know, depth that they can't go Have her hittin high notes, lost on the boat Sayin', "No, go slow", then stop Then she pops, ass naked on my yacht This is more than just music Gets her nut, she loses focus Or when she came, but she knows That she can't be no mo', than my hoe [Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius] Come too far to go back now Done too much I know that I'm goin' nowhere, yeah Come too far to just stop Gotta keep on, yeah Cause I'm goin' nowhere, yeah