Yacht Yacht Lyrics

My money twerk My money thick

Moving the work Glock got a dick

He try to run up get hit with a switch

And I got all the smoke

I know that boy is a bitch

I'm boutta wake up all the folks

Boutta make that boy a lick

Walk down boutta hit em

Chops out finna get em

Hitting him with a hollow

Hollow tip finna split him

Hey

Ride with a K ride with Glock

I'm getting paid know I got the guap

I'm getting face bitch give me top

Shawty gone run up the neck

She trynna fuck for the check

But I'm in love with the tech

He got a problem

Then I got problem

Let's bring out the guns let's see who the best

See him I'm stopping him

Walk down I'm robbing him

Really be popping this boy in the chest

Go back to LA

Like yeat

He getting wet up

By me

I'm boutta set him up

Know I'm ahead of ya

Know I'm in first and you're in last

My money twerk my money got ass

I hop out the Urus and I'm going fast

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

I hop out the whip yeah

I'm getting rich yeah

I fuck on that bitch yeah

Then give her the kick yeah

Yeah yeah

Told that bitch better leave

I cannot believe

What the Fuck I just see

Take a trip to Belize over seas

I'm boutta hop out the yacht yacht

Getting that money say Yah Yah

You thought it was funny say ha ha

Disappear say ta da

Fuck that bitch she a Thot Thot

And I swear to god

All of the bitches be hot hot

But it's okay cause I got a cup

Bitch got some cake bitch gotta butt

Keeping me laid bitch trynna Fuck

Told her to wait told her what's up

Told her what's up

Ain't getting no love

I told that bitch she gotta go

Give her the dick bitch hit the road

Woah

Woah

Woah woah

Woah

Yuh yuh

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