Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yacht, artist - Jay Park. Album song Ask Bout Me, in the genre K-pop
Date of issue: 19.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
Yacht |
Yah |
I need a Cha Cha beat boy |
Look, yah |
I should buy a yacht just to take you on it |
Wanna take you 'round the town just to watch you flaunt it |
You’re so pleasing to the eye, I’m just being honest |
For you, I’m down to go broke empty out my pockets |
I be like you’re my dope I’m so high, baby |
Work, girl, work like Rihanna |
Girl, you know I don’t ever lie |
This a song I wrote just for my baby |
I can’t have you in the open, girl |
I can’t have you in the lonesome, girl |
'Cause too many dudes be hoping, girl |
Scheming, they wanna steal my girl |
Oh no, that will never, ever happen |
'Cause I’m that fly Asian guy, I’m the captain |
I be so wavy wear whatever I be bragging |
Get you in submission all night, you be tapping, ya |
Taking it from coast to coast |
Scuba diving in them ocean shores |
Fuck around and take you on a world tour |
Versace dropping on them bedroom floors, yeah |
I should buy a yacht just to take you on it |
Wanna take you 'round the town just to watch you flaunt it |
You’re so pleasing to the eye, I’m just being honest |
For you, I’m down to go broke empty out my pockets |
I be like you’re my dope I’m so high, baby |
Work, girl, work like Rihanna |
Girl, you know I don’t ever lie |
This a song I wrote just for my baby |
Just for my baby, just for my baby |
Hit me up, baby, on the kakao, baby |
Give me good loving, we can get down, baby |
Get down, baby, ay |
I could make your coochie rain, don’t tell FEMA, ay |
His and hers Gucci mane, don’t tell PETA |
Cover your ears all in blood diamonds 'cause you know you’re mine |
I don’t even wear diamonds, but I want her to shine (yeah, yeah) |
I like the conversations (yeah) |
Tell me 'bout your classes, ooh |
Give me brain like a geek (geek) |
Don’t take off your glasses (ay) |
Emails CC (ay), I put Chanel on your feet (ay) |
I wanna read your body language, I don’t like reading receipts |
See you, my girl (ooh, ya), good luck Charlie |
You must be Jason Kidd-ing me, put some bucks on it (ay) |
Throw a tux on it, that mean I got cuffs on it |
She on my arm like that Balenciaga clutch on it |
Valentine’s Day shopping |
Now I’m rollin' down Rodeo with your shotgun |
Banging Rage Against the Machine, I’m not a player, I’m a king, ay |
Checkmate a nigga if you try to take my queen, wooh |
I ain’t got time for playing games (ok) |
I’ll get you wet like Training Day (uh huh) |
I put my girl in Human, made no Bathing Apes 'cause she my baby |
She get love from me just like an 808 |
I should buy a yacht just to take you on it |
Wanna take you 'round the town just to watch you flaunt it |
You’re so pleasing to the eye, I’m just being honest |
For you I’m down to go broke empty out my pockets |
I be like you’re my dope I’m so high, baby |
Work, girl, work like Rihanna |
Girl, you know I don’t ever lie |
This a song I wrote just for my baby |