This is a song about "Yacht lamborghini mclaren crib"

You fly down the crib, get the arses there,and return to the cliff,

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

As i'm dumping your body over the back of my yacht.

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Put a quarter in the slot, got a lot might as well buy a yacht/