Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All I Want Is A Yacht, artist - SAINt JHN. Album song Ghetto Lenny's Love Songs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Godd ComplexX, Hitco
Song language: English
All I Want Is A Yacht |
I can’t be nobody else’s |
I want them bad bitches to myself, 'cause I’m selfish |
Lit nigga, girl I know you felt it |
Young Ghetto Lenny tried to tell you, «I'm for real bitch» |
Ain’t no effects, we come for the checks |
We stirrin' the racks, we trap in the 'jects |
We sleepin' in jets, we really the best (Brr, brr, brr) |
We pull up and flex, we speakin' baguettes |
The niggas done test, and the bitches done text |
We came from the bottom, we never forget (Hey, hey, hey) |
Death to a coward, I never allow it |
Them niggas is jealous, them niggas is sour |
They watchin' it glow up |
They wantin' the power, I’ll aim at your head |
I’ll send you the flowers, I stand on the couch |
I piss on the towers, sleep in the pools |
And fuck in the showers, for all of the days they didn’t allow us |
Hey, hey, hey, brr |
Ain’t no effects, we come for the checks |
We stirrin' the racks, we sleep in the 'jects |
We jump on the jets, my niggas is next |
Hey, hey, hey, hey |
Fuck with the best, my niggas is next |
Foot on they necks, pay no respect |
My nigga we blessed, hey-ay-ay-i-ay-i-ay |
You asked for the best, I’m here in the flesh |
Key to success, you lookin' depressed |
You did it to death, you shoot at the head |
I shoot at the chest, yeah |
Driving the Ghost, my dad was a ghost |
The bitch on the side, she don’t got on clothes |
The moment is close, just watch the approach |
Hey, hey, hey, hey |
Mama I’m dope, my niggas is dope |
They mention my name, I give them approach |
She gave you a heart, she gave me her throat |
Hey, hey, hey, hey |
I got it made, my niggas is made |
I’m gettin my money, my nigga I’m paid |
The pussy is good, my credit is great |
All I want is a yacht, and some top, in the coupe, by the spot |
And a bad bitch to cook, nigga look |
Fuck a book, I never read, everything I got, I took |
She on a tape, I’m on a lake, he goin' g’rilla, nigga, niggas goin' ape |
For heavens sake, he scrape the plate |
I lift him up, but hit him up he levi- |
I can’t be nobody else’s |
I want them bad bitches to myself, 'cause I’m selfish |
Lit nigga, girl I know you felt it |
Young Ghetto Lenny tried to tell you, «I'm for real bitch» |
You ride for the best, I’m here in the flesh |
Key to success, you lookin' depressed |
You did it to death, you shoot at the head |
I shoot at the chest, yeah |
Driving the Ghost, my dad was a ghost |
The bitch on the side, she don’t got on clothes |
The moment is close, just watch the approach |
Hey, hey, hey, hey |
Mama I’m dope, my niggas is dope |
The switch up is dope, the pickup is dope |
They feelin' a way, they know I’m the G.O.A.T |
Hey, hey, hey, hey |
I got it made, my niggas is made |
I’m gettin my money, my nigga, I’m paid |
The pussy is good, my credit is great |
All I want is a yacht |